Fu Ciyi calmly looked away, but the image of the waist and hips was imprinted in his mind.
He walked up to her, and his eyes happened to fall on her raised chest again.
Can’t teach!
I really can’t teach you!
Fu Ciyi closed his eyes, pinched his eyebrows, and took a straight stick from the woodshed.
Then he quickly walked up to Fu Beimo and said in a cold voice: "Raise your arms and keep your legs steady. You still want to teach me with this posture?"
Whenever Fu Beimo showed any dissatisfaction, he would tap him with a stick.
Although it didn't hurt, his brother's expression was serious. When the stick came down on him, Fu Beimo began to sweat coldly.
He didn't know when his brother would really hit him.
If you really hit me, it will hurt!
Yan Funing saw that Fu Beimo was being scolded by someone even though he was doing horse stance very well. She thought that she would probably get beaten in this situation, so she bit her lower lip hard.
Fu Beimo didn't know why his brother was like this, and complained quietly: "Brother, am I not practicing well?"
"Good practice?" Fu Ciyi brought two empty buckets from the kitchen and asked Fu Beimo to hold one on each side. "If you complain again, I'll fill the buckets with water."
Fu Beimo had no choice but to pick up the bucket obediently. After a while, he began to breathe heavily.
At this moment, Wan Niang groped her way out of the east wing. Hearing the noise, she asked, "What is Bei Mo doing panting?"
Fu Beimo seemed to have seen a savior: "Mom, my brother bullies me for no reason. Not only does he bully me, but he also bullies my sister-in-law. We are doing horse stance just fine, but my brother is not satisfied."
Yan Funing couldn't hold on any longer and discussed with Fu Ciyi: "Can I practice before going to bed?"
She was so tired that she wanted to lie down.
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