Mom got angry and got hit.
When Nanqi got home, it was already 11 p.m. The lights were still on. She needed to make up some lies to appease her elderly mother who was waiting for her.
Upon entering, Wu Hua sat down at the dining table, where a large, thick coat rack stood, while Nan Yue stood in the corner facing the wall.
She immediately sensed something was wrong. She didn't know how much Nan Yue had confessed, but besides making up lies, she had a second plan: to escape.
"Mom, I've already eaten!" Nanqi said quickly, running upstairs in three strides.
As soon as she took a big step, Wu Hua grabbed her, and then Nanqi was easily pulled down by her mother like a little chick, and even got a slap on the bottom.
Nanqi resigned herself to her fate and obediently stood with Nanyue.
"If you two don't tell the truth tonight, you won't get any sleep. You'll be standing here until dawn!"
Nanqi winked at Nanyue, "Didn't you say anything?"
Nan Yue winked at her, implying that she could still stand there if she said so!
Damn it, why didn't you say so earlier? I got hit for nothing.
Nanqi mumbled, "I took Yueyue to the Xinhua Bookstore to study. Later, I ran into a classmate and studied with her for a while, so I sent Yueyue back first."
"Really?!" Wu Hua said to Yueyue.
Nanqi nudged Nanyue gently with her elbow. What are you hesitating for now? Just say yes!
“Yes…” Nan Yue said hesitantly.
"Look me in the eyes!" Wu Hua roared. Nan Yue turned around and looked guiltily into Wu Hua's stern gaze.
Wu Hua had been a homeroom teacher for over ten years. Those students who had little experience in lying couldn't be fooled by her at all. Asking them more questions was just giving them another chance.
Nan Yue's gaze fell on Wu Hua's clothes rack again. Fear prevented her from telling the truth, so she closed her eyes and stubbornly said, "Yes."
This infuriated Wu Hua. Nan Qi was already a handful, and now even Nan Yue had learned to lie. She was so angry that her heart felt heavy.
Wu Hua swung the clothes hanger and hit Nan Yue twice, yelling, "Tell the truth!"
With a loud "waaaah," Nan Yue burst into tears. Unlike Nan Qi, who had been beaten by Wu Hua since childhood and was used to it, she was suddenly scolded and hit twice by her mother. Her buttocks were sore and painful, and her tears instantly flowed freely.
Nan Yue's crying startled Nan Qi. Nan Yue had always been Wu Hua's obedient daughter. Even if she made a mistake, Nan Qi would always cover for her and protect her. Therefore, she was always Wu Hua's most outstanding child and the topic of conversation she would boast about to outsiders. From childhood to adulthood, Nan Yue had rarely been hit or even seriously scolded.
Nanqi held Nanyue's head, comforting her with a mixture of heartache and helplessness.
Wu Hua trembled with rage, ignoring her cries, and continued to question her: "Are you going to tell the truth or not?!"
Nan Yue cried even louder. Nan Qi couldn't hold back anymore and said, "Mom, don't pressure Yue Yue. I took her to the city to play. It took a long time to get there and back, so we came back late. We didn't do anything else, just went to have a cup of coffee. After we finished, Yue Yue came back. I ran into a classmate and went to her house for a while, so it was even later."
"Then why did she skip class!" Wu Hua asked angrily.
Skip...skip class?
Nanqi looked at Nanyue in disbelief, but Nanyue could only cry and couldn't say anything.
Did this girl skip class to help me? She already had one less class than me, and it would only take her twenty minutes by taxi to get from her school to mine. She came to find me after school, so the timing was perfect.
Did she skip class early just to be on the safe side?!
Nanqi glared angrily at Nanyue, then looked back at her mother who was about to lose her temper. She knew that if she started fighting, she might lose her temper and Nanyue's small body definitely wouldn't be able to handle it.
She forced herself to say, "I was the one who called her out. I told her to come to me earlier. I'm the one who brought her here!"
Wu Hua turned his gaze to Nan Qi, his voice trembling as he said, "You, you not only don't learn good things yourself, but you're also corrupting your sister!"
Nanqi lowered his head and said nothing more, nor did he face her, bracing himself for the coming storm.
Wu Hua couldn't understand why she, as a teacher, was such a failure in educating children. She vented her pent-up anger and sadness on Nan Qi, using significantly more force than before.
"I'll teach you to behave badly! I'll teach you to ruin your sister's life!"
"What sins did I commit in my past life to deserve this debt? I might as well kill you. Killing you would save me a lot of trouble!"
Nanqi's muscles were tense with pain, and she cried out in pain, but she still held Nanyue tightly in her arms, protecting her. Nanyue cried even louder.
"Mom, I was wrong... I won't do it again, I won't do it again, ah, ah, I really won't do it again..." Nanqi begged for mercy, baring her teeth.
"Stop hitting me..." Nan Yue cried.
After hitting her more than twenty times, Wu Hua finally softened. She was panting heavily and said, half angry and half relieved, "You all need to stand facing the wall for half an hour and reflect on your actions."
After scolding her two daughters, she went back to her room with tears in her eyes.
"Don't cry, don't cry." Nanqi endured the pain in her back and comforted Nanyue.
“It’s all my fault…” Nan Yue said, crying.
Nanqi pinched her cheek hard and whispered, "Now you know you were wrong. Will you dare to skip class again?"
Nan Yue sobbed, "I won't run away anymore... I'll never... run away again, sob sob sob..."
"Be good, listen to me." Nanqi forced a smile.
When the two sisters went to sleep, Nanqi, who was very carefree, fell asleep quickly because she was tired from the day. However, Nanyue couldn't fall asleep and got up in the middle of the night to write a self-criticism.
Nanqi slept soundly until dawn. When she woke up, Song Zhao was already sitting by her bedside.
Nanqi opened her eyes and asked in surprise, "When did you get here?"
Song Zhao pointed to the alarm clock, "It's already 9 o'clock. Didn't you say that from the beginning of this month until the end of the semester, I would pick you up at 8 o'clock on Saturdays and Sundays?"
Nanqi then realized, "Damn, I forgot to set my alarm last night."
"Get up, the sun's about to shine on your butt." Song Zhao said, patting Nan Qi's bottom, and Nan Qi immediately hissed.
"What's wrong? Did I hit it too hard?"
"No." Nanqi quickly changed to a nonchalant expression, shook her head and smiled.
Nan Yue poked her head out and said remorsefully, "My mom beat me last night, it's all my fault."
"Tsk, you talk too much." Nanqi glared at her angrily.
Song Zhao frowned and rubbed Nanqi's groin through her pajama bottoms. "How could this happen?"
"Let's talk about it at your place," Nanqi said.
She quickly dressed and instructed Nan Yue, "Study hard, and apologize to Mom later."
"Mmm," Nan Yue nodded.
Nanqi's buttocks are fleshy, so the pain usually subsides shortly after her mother spanks her. Walking around feels like nothing except for a burning sensation, but she can still feel a throbbing pain when going up and down stairs.
Song Zhao had guessed this as well. As soon as she left the room, she picked Nanqi up in her arms without saying a word.
"I'm heavy, you don't need to do this." Nanqi was very uncomfortable with the princess carry position, especially since she was the one being carried.
"The steps at your house aren't high, so it's not difficult to walk up."
"What if my mom sees this?"
"I bumped into my mom when I arrived; she had gone out to tutor early in the morning."
That's... so embarrassing...
Song Zhao walked with light and steady steps, carrying Nan Qi effortlessly.
Nanqi's gaze fell directly on Song Zhao's long, white neck, which exuded a girl's fragrance, making Nanqi want to lean over and take a bite.
"It itches," Song Zhao said.
Nanqi was too close to Song Zhao, and her lips accidentally touched her neck. Nanqi blushed and said, "No, I didn't notice..."
Once downstairs, Nanqi pushed and shoved her way down, saying, "Okay, put me down now."
Song Zhao found Nanqi's flushed yet stubborn little face extremely amusing.
Nanqi quickly finished washing up, then slung her schoolbag over her shoulder and left with Song Zhao.
When they arrived at Song Zhao's house, Aunt Fang brought out breakfast. It was already prepared, but Song Zhao told her that she had heated it up in the microwave when they were almost home.
Several sandwiches, hot milk, and two boiled eggs.
Looking at the breakfast that wasn't even enough to fill a tooth gap, Nanqi couldn't help but wonder how Song Zhao had grown so tall.
"Let's eat something simple. Aunt Fang will cook more at noon," Song Zhao said.
"oh."
That's still a small number...
After finishing his meal, Song Zhao found a towel and took out a can of iced cola from the refrigerator. There was already quite a bit of solid inside. He then wrapped the iced cola in the towel.
What are you doing?
"Let me put an ice pack on you."
"Oh, no need, it's all fine now."
Song Zhao leaned close to her ear and said, "It's nothing, how could it hurt that much if I just patted you?"
"Do I really have to become this weak?" Nanqi sighed.
“You don’t need to pretend to be strong in front of me,” Song Zhao said with a smile.
For some reason, although Nanqi wasn't used to hearing these words, she felt a warm glow in her heart.
Back in the room, Nanqi obediently lay down on Song Zhao's bed. Looking at Nanqi's protruding buttocks and concave waistline, Song Zhao couldn't help but feel a surge of desire, and the more he looked, the more aroused he felt.
She pulled Nanqi's shirt up a bit, then grabbed her waistband and pulled her pants down. Nanqi realized something was wrong and yelled, grabbing her hands.
What are you doing now?
Song Zhao looked at her innocently, "Ice pack."
"Then why did you pull down my pants?"
"Keep your voice down, or Aunt Fang will be called over soon," Song Zhao reminded her with a mischievous smile. Nan Qi impatiently closed her mouth.
"It'll only be effective if you apply it directly to the wound. How can you apply it through so many layers of pants?"
"Then leave me a pair of underwear," Nanqi said stubbornly in a low voice, her hand gripping the innermost waistband tightly.
"Okay~" Song Zhao held her wrist and leaned down to kiss her lips.
Oh my god... here we go again.
Song Zhao's kisses were sometimes light and sometimes deep, first gently sucking and nibbling at her tongue, then violently invading deep into her mouth, repeating this cycle repeatedly.
This gentle attack rendered Nanqi's limbs completely unresponsive, leaving them limp and powerless.
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