You Are My Rare Passion

  Chapter 580 The Pure Heart of a Child

   Ye Xinglan's back suddenly appeared a blue-purple welt.

   Ye Xinglan's body trembled, and almost screamed, but still gritted his teeth to hold back.

  Zhenyuan knew that for Ye Xinglan, the most uncomfortable thing was not the pain of whiplash, but the embarrassment of being beaten.

  So, although he didn't use all his strength when he dropped the whip, he also used more than half of his strength.

   A dozen whips down, Ye Xinglan was sweating profusely, and the cold sweat drenched his hair. The arms holding the wall and the legs supporting the body were all shaking.

  Zhenyuan stopped, and tentatively asked: "Master?"

   Ye Xinglan gritted his teeth and closed his eyes: "Fight again! I can still hold it."

  He was raised as the heir of the Ye family since he was a child.

  Whether it is his grandfather and his parents, they try their best to give him the utmost dignity and face.

  He grew up pamperingly, except for his injuries in martial arts training, he has not suffered any physical pain.

  When the whip fell on his back, he realized that it was so painful to be torn the flesh with the whip.

   Beibei is just a delicate girl, who has been whipped many times by him for five years.

  He knew that being whipped would definitely hurt, but he never thought it would hurt to such an extent.

  He was wrong.

  He is sorry Beibei.

  He was so wrong, and wrong again and again.

  The injuries Beibei suffered and the way his parents are now, they were all caused by him.

  He's sorry to Beibei and his parents...

  Zhen Yuan was hit with more than a dozen whips, Ye Xinglan couldn't hold it, his body swayed, and he knelt on one knee.

   Zhenyuan quickly threw the whip to help: "Master!"

   Ye Xinglan pushed him away, wiped the cold sweat dripping into his eyes: "Go, find me a dark shirt."

   Zhenyuan said: "Master, I'll treat your wound first."

   "No," Ye Xing's face was pale with pain, and his spirit was a little trance. He bit his tongue hard, opened his eyes, and tried not to let himself faint, "Don't talk nonsense, go find clothes."

Zhenyuan was helpless, so he had to find him a brown shirt.

   Ye Xinglan’s painful arm couldn’t move at all. Zhenyuan helped him get dressed and supported him worriedly: "Master!"

   Ye Xinglan stood up strongly, "Help me downstairs."

  Zhenyuan quickly took him by one arm and carefully helped him down the stairs.

   Ye Xingli was shocked when he saw him go downstairs like this, and rushed over at the fastest speed: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

   Ye Xinglan tugged at the corner of his mouth, "It's okay, let's go, and see Beibei."

   Ye Xingli frowned and wiped his back.

  Hand full of blood.

  The wound has not been treated, and the blood oozing from the wound has penetrated all his clothes on his back.

   Ye Xingli looked at the blood in his palm, his eyes widened: "Brother, are you crazy?"

"Xiao Li, don't say anything," Ye Xinglan shook his head and smiled bitterly. "My parents will be like this. It's me. Beibei will be hurt so much and I will be hurt. If I am unharmed, I don't need to pay. At any price, my conscience will be disturbed for the rest of my life."

   Ye Xingli opened his mouth, and did not speak for a while.

  After a long time, he nodded, "Yes, it's our fault. If Beibei doesn't calm down, you can let Zhenyuan take me for a while."

   "No, you did a great job," Ye Xinglan shook his head, "Our house, only you have been good to Beibei and Xiaoshu...Xiaoli, brother is not as good as you."

  Although Ye Xingli has a lazy personality, he has a pure heart.

  (End of this chapter)