Deficit

The seventh stroke was too tricky, the rattan rod rubbed against the back of his thigh, instead of hitting, it was pulled down like a whip.

"call out!"

The pain was too sharp, and the fine quality underwear was scratched.

"One." Still one.If it wasn't for his childhood education, knowing what is irresistible, Mousse thought, he must have even shed tears.

The cane continued to fall, very heavy.This time, it came true.It hit the back of the newly swollen thigh, as if it was so painful that it was about to sink.

"One." Mousse's fingers were picking at Li Mu's case, and he was picking hard, and the pain behind him was too great.

"Touch!" The sound of the cane being knocked down had become muffled.

Mousse's lip was bitten.So, he swallowed the fishy-sweet blood, "One." Up to this point, he insisted.

Mu Chan continued to drop his whip.Still hitting the underwear, the skin under the underwear has begun to congest.Mousse could feel that the gurgling blood swelled up in a form of liquid pushing into solid.His skin was like a fluid-filled balloon.

"Uh~ one." Cold sweat began to drip down in big drops.

"Scratch! Crack!" An absolutely heavy lesson, Mousse could no longer hold the hand that was tightly gripping the table, and his body sank.

"I'm sorry." Mousse panted heavily, and then, he tried his best to stand up again.

The first welt mark is an independent plum blossom branch that is generally horizontal on Mousse's buttocks.Although it was a terrifying purple, it was not as scary as the wound on the back of his thigh.After ten blows like this, worrying little blood spots appeared on Mousse's skin.pain.No numbness, no itching, only pain.It hurts so much.

But Mu Chan no longer lowered his whip.After waiting for a long time, Mousse even shrunk his five internal organs together, and re-supported his arms to lift his butt higher.Compared with being beaten, what he was more afraid of was the breath of waiting.This has always been the case since I was a child. If I do something wrong, I will be hit, and if I am wrong, I will be punished.Truth is never spoken.

Mu Chan took the cane back in his hand, and stood a step away from the case.

Mousse turned around in disbelief.

"Get down." Mu Chan ordered.

"Yes." Mousse put his body against the large pear wood case. The case is very hard, and the touch of his body against it has a kind of coldness that is too solid.

He didn't dare to raise his head again, his forehead rested on the desk, his hands were twisted on the back in a very standard way, and they were clenched tightly.The ribs of the crew-cut table were pressed against his waist, and after lying on his stomach for a while, there was a red mark even on his waist.This posture is very uncomfortable.

Mu Chan just stood behind him holding the cane.Mousse seemed to be able to hear the sound of his heart beating on the desks, and felt a strong anxiety of hearing thunder in a silent place.

He moved unconsciously.

"Whoosh!"

A slap of the rattan stick hit the back hard, and with just one blow, a hole was cut in the white vest.

"Ah!" Mousse's back shot up.

"Did I tell you to lie down here and rest?" Mu Chan's voice was very light.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Mousse panted heavily.

With a "thump", the cane lightly knocked on the case.Mousse trembled again.

"Say." Mu Chan's voice was still very light.

"I, I—I don't know."

"Crack!" With a sharp blow, even the tightly compressed air was patted down by the vine.Mousse even had a feeling of emptiness. Two seconds later, his back began to throb with pain. That feeling was like the biggest wave hitting the hardest rock.

The cane rested dangerously on his hip.

Mousse unconsciously tightened his gluteal muscles, but he persuaded himself to relax in a second because he remembered his brother's lesson.Don't be tense when you are beaten, it is completely a comprehension from the beating. "Brother, I, I really don't understand what's wrong."

"Okay, get up." Mu Chan's voice was flat.

Mousse felt that his whole heart was tense, and he climbed up from the table tremblingly, with cold sweat all over his head and face.

Mu Chan glanced at him, and Mu Si obediently put on his underwear.

But Mu Chan put the cane stick on the case and walked forward step by step.Opened the huanghuali plain top cabinet leaning against the farthest corner.

Mousse didn't understand what his brother was going to do, so he had to stand there.After a moment of hesitation, he saw him take out a copper ruler from the cabinet.Moose panicked immediately.

"elder brother--"

Holding the ruler in his right hand, Mu Chan walked out of the room step by step.

"Brother!" Mousse called out boldly.Mu Chan didn't look at him at all, and walked straight out.The copper ruler was placed on the desk in the outer room, but he himself went to the pear wood corner cabinet by the bed, and took out a small huanghuali medicine box about [-] centimeters high.

"Brother, brother!" Mousse was really anxious this time.

In Mu Chan's eyes and ears, he seemed to have no such person. He put the medicine box on the desk, but took out two hard-covered notebooks from the cabinet under the desk and stacked them neatly on the medicine box. .Then, he spread out his left hand, palm facing up, and placed it on the notebook.

After adjusting the angle, he grabbed the copper ruler with his right hand, slammed it hard on the palm of his left hand.

Mousse rushed out from the inner room at once.

"One." Mu Chan reported the number himself.The cold sweat on his forehead slipped down too quickly.

The ruler was raised for the second time, this time Mousse could no longer care about it, and immediately hugged his right hand, "Brother, don't hit yourself, Xiaosi knows that he is wrong, Xiaosi is wrong."

"Let go." Mu Chan's voice was still calm.

"Brother, Xiaosi knew it was wrong, Xiaosi apologized, and Xiaosi apologized immediately. I should not be impulsive, I should not report my personal revenge, and I should not ruin Kadi's reputation because of a moment of anger. Xiaosi knew it was wrong, brother, don't hit yourself again gone."

Mu Chan sighed inaudibly, and suddenly felt a pain in his heart, you still don't understand.

"Let go." These are the same two words.Peaceful, calm.

The cold sweat on Mu Si's head kept breaking out, but Mu Chan's arm holding Zhenchi was still so stable.The two brothers were in a stalemate for a while, and finally, Mu Si was no match for his elder brother, so he let go of his hand.

Mu Chan didn't even blink his eyelashes, and his left hand on the notebook was still fixed in its original position.Including the contours of fingers pressed on the notebook because of too much force, the edges are absolutely smooth.

It was another shot down by the ruler.

"Two." There was no trace of the voice.

"Brother, that ruler is made of copper. If you hit it like this, your hand will be ruined." Mousse knelt down.

The third time.

The copper is too heavy, even the sound of cutting through the air is dignified.

"three."

"Keng." Mu Chan put the ruler on the table, and walked out the door dragging a hand that seemed to be broken.

Mu Si hurriedly got up and followed behind, but Mu Chan went to the outermost room of the punishment room and used his right hand to dial the phone to the housekeeper, "Call me a car. I need to go out in five minutes."

Then, he finally turned around, "Did I tell you to come out?"

Mousse didn't dare to speak, and knelt down at his feet.

"Did I ask you to kneel?" The voice was still as calm as usual, even though there were big drops of sweat on the forehead.

Mousse didn't dare to make his brother angry, so he stood up quickly.

But Mu Chan turned around and went into the inner room.

This time, his right hand held the cane again.

Mousse lowered his head, took off his underwear again as if resigned to his fate, and put it on the flat top table.

This time, the posture was extraordinarily standard, but for some reason, Mu Chan's heart ached fiercely.

Without the slightest hesitation, the precise and ruthless cane landed on Mousse's buttocks.

"Two." Mousse counted loudly.

"Snapped!"

"Three——" Because he tried his best to suppress the moan, he had to drag out his voice.

"Crack!" The cane's rhythm didn't change.

"Hiss—four." Mousse could no longer control his breath.

Mu Chan stopped again.

Mousse subconsciously rubbed the sweat on his arm that was about to flow into his eyes, but hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, I, I didn't mean it."

Mu Chan waited for him to brace himself again, the fifth stroke of the cane, sticking to the neat scars of the first four strokes, with raised purlins.

"Uh-uh-five." Mousse struggled and continued to count.

Mu Chan looked at his trembling arm, and he knew that he couldn't hold it any longer.However, the sixth stroke of the cane still didn't hold back at all.

"Boom!" Mousse's elbow slammed into the desk, "Six!" Mousse was very strong.

But Mu Chan took the cane again.

Mousse was scared again.

The air in the punishment room that had been compressed by Mu Chan's powerful aura seemed to be even more crowded. Mousse gritted his teeth and readjusted his posture.But Mu Chan didn't come over again.

Mousse only felt that the air behind him was about to be squeezed, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

Mu Chan stood there steadfastly, with more and more sweat on his forehead.Mousse leaned on the case, only feeling that the bones in his palm were too hard, he didn't know which was stronger, the pineapple wood or the hand bones.

Both arms trembled uncontrollably, Mousse really didn't know what to do.He didn't dare to look back, so he could only desperately straighten his legs and raise his butt, with the injured back of his thighs, and the buttocks that had just been added with a cane, because the pain from his movements was even more heart-piercing.

Mu Chan didn't give any hint, just waited.

Finally, the seventh stroke came down slowly but heavily.

Mousse's body jerked in pain, his knees went limp, and his knees slammed against the edge of the case.

Again, in such a peaceful word, "Get up."

"Yes—" Mousse's voice seemed to come out from between his teeth.

Mu Chan put the cane on the Limu case again.Walked out again.

It was the same copper ruler, the same table, the medicine box and the notebook that raised Mu Chan's left hand to an appropriate height, and gave another heavy blow.

"Brother! You can punish Xiaosi for doing something wrong. Xiaosi has already promised to apologize. Are you beating yourself like this to force Xiaosi to death?"

Mu Chan's hand holding the ruler trembled slightly. He already knew that in his younger brother's eyes, he was just such a person, but he still held the ruler in his hand. The second time, or in other words, The fifth time, still did not stop.

"Five." There was no emotion in Mu Chan's voice.Even breathing maintains its inherent frequency.

Then, the sixth stroke.

"Brother!" Mousse almost shouted.

At the same time, "Six." It was a voice that could not be overwhelmed even by Mousse's roar.