the next day.

Erlang felt refreshed again.

Although he did not touch Song Qingyu, he felt that it was much more comfortable than the direct physical contact before.

It turns out that there really is a sense of heaven in this world.

As he ate, he looked forward to the arrival of the evening.

The old woman kept looking at her son. Seeing that he always had a smile on his face, she could no longer suppress the anger in her heart.

Although, she didn't know what the scene she saw last night meant.

She also didn't know why her son was so happy?

But she is not stupid.

Erlang was obviously being played around by Song Qingyu.

"Erlang..." the old woman began, "Yesterday you said you wanted me to have a grandson as soon as possible... Is that true?"

"Of course it's true." Erlang was still immersed in yesterday's happiness.

The old woman smiled and said, "Then... when do you think I can hold my grandson?"

Jiro's expression froze.

"this……"

He had been so busy enjoying himself these past two days that he had never touched Song Qingyu.

He still has some biological knowledge about how a man and a woman should have a child.

"Actually," the old woman said frankly, "I saw everything that happened last night."

Erlang's expression changed slightly: "Mom, you...what are you..."

"What's there to be shy about?" The old woman smiled, but a sinister glint flashed in her eyes. "Is there any part of your body that I haven't seen?"

Jiro still felt shy.

After all, he is not young anymore.

"Mom, you seemed quite happy yesterday?"

Jilang felt even more embarrassed.

"Mom, stop talking, this... this... is too much..."

"Look at you, kid. What I want to say is that Song Qingyu seemed quite happy when she tied you up and beat you. I was wondering, if you two switched roles, would you... be as happy as she was?"

Swap roles?

This was something Erlang had not thought of.

He couldn't help swallowing his saliva: "Mom, your suggestion is really good, I will try it tonight."

After saying that, I felt a little embarrassed.

Scratching his head, he said, "I...I'm going to work first."

The old woman smiled and said, "Go ahead."

After saying that, she glanced at the food on the table.

After a moment, she stood up and walked towards the room where Song Qingyu was.

Hearing the door open, Song Qingyu looked over vigilantly.

To her surprise, the old woman had a smile on her face.

And he handed her a piece of cake very politely.

The bread was served in a bowl.

Although the basin looked old, it was in much better condition than the bowl from yesterday.

At least it's clean.

"Eat, you haven't eaten for two days, right?" The old woman sat down next to Song Qingyu.

Song Qingyu moved to the side, hesitated for a moment, but still did not reach out to take the biscuits.

"Don't worry, it's not poisonous. I won't kill you unless it's absolutely necessary."

Song Qingyu looked outside the door: "Didn't you want your son to kill me yesterday?"

"That's because I think you're uncontrollable."

Song Qingyu raised her eyes and looked at the old woman.

The old woman was smiling at her, and that smile was as weird as it could be.

Song Qingyu's heart sank heavily.

An ominous premonition continued to spread in her heart.

"Eat quickly." The old woman left this sentence and got up and left.

Song Qingyu was uneasy. At night, she finally understood why the old woman's attitude towards her changed overnight.

"You beat me the past two days. Tonight it's my turn." Erlang came in with a bullwhip. He was very excited. "Let me also have a taste of what it feels like to beat someone up."

Song Qingyu stared at the door.

The door wasn't closed tightly.

There was a figure swaying in the gap.

Needless to say, it must be the old woman.

Song Qingyu looked at Erlang in front of her.

She took a deep breath and clenched her fists: "Can it wait until tomorrow... tonight, I want to play something else with you?"

"No," Erlang said firmly, leaving no room for negotiation. "Tonight, I have to beat you!"

Song Qingyu bit her lip.

"What?" Erlang was a little unhappy when he saw Song Qingyu was still not taking any action. "Why aren't you lying on the bed?"

"I...right away." Song Qingyu was dealing with Erlang while racking her brains to think of a solution.

Seeing that Song Qingyu finally lay on the bed, Erlang happily raised the bull whip in his hand and whipped Song Qingyu hard.

Bullwhip is different from rope.

With one whip, Song Qingyu's skin was torn apart instantly.

Blood stained her white clothes red.

That touch of red is like a blooming flower.

Slowly spreading in Erlang's pupils.

The perverted factor deep in his heart was instantly ignited.

So cool!

He raised the whip and hit Song Qingyu with it.

After several consecutive whippings, Song Qingyue's skin was torn and flesh was exposed in an instant.

Dots of red spread across Song Qingyu's clothes, like plum blossoms blooming in winter.

enchanting.

But it's also painful.

Song Qingyu took several breaths of cold air.

Layers of cold sweat have already appeared on his forehead.

But her pain became the best catalyst.

Erlang became even more excited. He raised his whip and hit Song Qingyu again: "Bitch, it feels so good! Hahahaha..."

Outside the door, the old woman who saw this scene raised the corners of her lips, with a hint of pride flashing in her eyes.

She was dreaming to survive in this family by controlling her son.

The old woman turned and went back to her room.

Naturally, he didn't see that Erlang swung the whip again, but Song Qingyu grabbed the whip firmly.

She clenched the whip, and the sweat and blood on her forehead turned into a ball, splashing drop by drop onto the tattered bed. She gritted her teeth and glared at Erlang. The murderous intent in her eyes made Erlang's heart frightened.

"What...what do you want to do?" Erlang was a little scared.

Then he thought that these women were just playthings, so he pulled hard and said, "I'm having a great time, why are you spoiling my fun?"

However.

However, Song Qingyu held the whip tightly.

Erlang used a lot of strength to finally pull the whip back from Song Qingyu's hand!

"You bitch!" Erlang raised his whip and lashed Song Qingyu fiercely, "How dare you resist me!"

Song Qingyu felt the pain coming from her body.

She clenched her fists.

Want to get up.

But I had no strength at all in my body.

She hasn't eaten for three days.

The resistance just now exhausted all her strength.

The whipping sound became more and more intense.

Her consciousness became increasingly blurred.

Maybe the old woman was right.

No one can escape.

No one...

Just as she was about to faint, a panicked voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Oh no, oh no, there's a fire!"