She chuckled lowly, but after the mask, only a cold, metallic sound could come out.

Su Li suddenly retracted his claws, there were still a few red marks in the place where he had just scratched, and he shrank back in fear: "...... I—I didn't mean to, please, please don't hit me."

Bo lightly scooped the porridge with his hand, and just looked at him quietly, his eyes were cold and there was no emotion.

The boy kept his head down, his face was white, and he didn't know how the other party would punish him next.

In the torment of every minute and second, the man spoke, but it was an answer he did not expect.

She said, "That's how you reject that title."

He was stunned for a moment, and it took a long time for his dull brain to turn, and he hurriedly corrected: "Slave, slave knows that it is wrong, please don't hit me, any punishment is fine, don't, don't hit me."

Bo listened to his incoherent words and confused titles, but he was amused, pulled the person into his arms, and gently touched his back, and the young man shivered in pain.

She said, "Tomorrow will be fine, and there will be no traces." After a pause, she added, "If you really don't like that title, forget it."

Su Li obviously didn't expect the other party to say this, he was stunned for a moment, his mouth was slightly open, the glasses on his face had long since fallen somewhere, and Bo Qingneng looked into his eyes without hindrance, which was full of incredulity, and a trace of confusion.

It wasn't until the light porridge was eaten again that he came back to his senses, still in disbelief, hanging his head without saying a word, occasionally raising his eyes and wincing glances at it.

However, there was no rise or fall in those eyes, so calm, flat, even when swinging the whip, so calm that there was no human emotion, he suddenly thought of a person, thin and light, she seemed to be like this, although she often smiled, but when she looked at you, her heart would always chuckle, there was an invisible pressure.

"I don't like you to be in a daze." Bo slammed his throat at the throat, a hint of anger in his metallic voice.

Su Li could clearly notice the change in the other party, his little face was flushed, and he was about to reach out to pull her arm, but his hand was in the air and put it down, he shook his head, his eyes were wet, and the corners of his eyes slipped a drop of crystal due to the obstruction of breathing.

Bo easily let him go and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Why do you like to cry so much?"

He lowered his head and didn't speak, his little hands were stirring together, he didn't want to cry, but he didn't know why, he just couldn't help it.

"If you like to cry, cry, it's beautiful." She scooped up a spoonful of porridge again, Su Li opened his mouth to swallow it, the other party's words seemed to open the switch of the tear ducts, more like a special command, he swallowed more uncontrollably, wanting to vent all the grievances of the past two days.

The young man's eyes were red from crying, his eyelashes were stained with water, and he became wisps of water, and his mouth was slightly open, and he could see the porridge that had not yet been swallowed, and it slipped down from the corner of his mouth, she reached out and wiped him, and he shrank back, and his cry gradually weakened, and finally nestled on her shoulder, twitching and sobbing.

Bo Qing looked at the regular and beautiful whip marks on his back, and stroked him a few times lovingly, so startled that he kicked his legs and feet.

She put down a small half spoonful of porridge and pulled the person to the carpet, Su Li sat on the ground in a daze, reacted for a while, pursed her lips in embarrassment, and crawled to the root of the wall under the unobstructed gaze of the other party.

Bo Qing lay on the bed, holding his elbows and looking at him, under the pool of calm eyes, there was an abyss that could not be seen.