You Are My Rare Passion Chapter 575: Pure child’s heart

A blue-purple whip mark appeared on Ye Xinglan's back.

Ye Xinglang's body trembled and he almost screamed, but he still held back.

Zhen Yuan knew that for Ye Xinglan, the most uncomfortable thing was not the pain of whiplash, but the embarrassment of being whipped.

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

After more than a dozen whips, Ye Xinglang was sweating profusely, and the cold sweat made his hair through. The arms supporting the wall and the legs supporting the body were all shaking.

Zhen Yuan stopped and asked tentatively, "Master?"

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

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

Both grandpa and parents tried to give him the greatest dignity and face, and never punished him.

He grew up pampered, and he has never suffered any physical pain other than martial arts injuries.

The moment the whip fell on his back, he knew that it was so painful to be torn by the whip.

Beibei is just a delicate girl. During the five years by his side, he has been whipped many times.

He knew it would hurt to be whipped, but he never thought it would hurt to this extent.

He was wrong.

He's sorry for Beibei.

He was wrong and wrong again and again.

The hurt Beibei suffered and what his parents are doing now is because of him.

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

Zhen Yuan struck again with more than a dozen whips, Ye Xinglang couldn't hold it, his body swayed, and he knelt on the ground on one knee.

Zhen Yuan hurriedly threw the whip to help: "Master!"

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

Zhen Yuan said: "Master, I'd better treat your wound first."

"No," Ye Xinglang's face was pale, and he was in a trance. He bit the tip of his tongue hard, opened his eyes wide, and tried hard not to faint, "Don't talk nonsense, go find clothes."

Zhen Yuan had no choice but to find him a brown shirt.

Ye Xinglang's aching arm couldn't move at all, Zhenyuan helped him get dressed and supported him worriedly: "Master!"

Ye Xinglang stood up, "Help me downstairs."

Zhen Yuan quickly grabbed his arm and carefully helped him down the stairs.

Seeing him go downstairs like this, Ye Xingli was startled and rushed over at the fastest speed: "Brother, what's the matter with you?"

Ye Xinglang twitched the corners of his mouth, "It's okay, let's go and see Beibei."

Ye Xingli frowned and wiped his back.

A hand full of blood.

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

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

"Xiao Li, stop talking," Ye Xinglang shook his head with a wry smile, "My parents did this, it was all my fault, Beibei would be hurt so much, and I was also hurt, if I was unharmed , without paying any price, I will have an uneasy conscience for the rest of my life."

Ye Xingli opened his mouth, but did not speak for a long time.

After a long time, he nodded, "Yes, it's all our fault. If Beibei doesn't get angry, you can let Zhenyuan kick me too."

"No, you did a good job," Ye Xinglang shook his head. "In our family, you are the only one who has always been good to Beibei and Xiaoshu... Xiaoli, brother is not as good as you."

Although Ye Xingli is lazy, he has a pure and innocent heart.