Chapter 342
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Bertha smiled and shook her head. She lightly tapped his forehead. 'You're five years older than me, you eat candy but like a three-year-old, is this candy that delicious?"
Shane nodded.
'Then I'll try it too."
She was about to grab a toffee from the bedside table, when Shane grabbed her arm, pulling her towards him, he covered hers with his thin lips.
Their tongues entwined with each other.
The sweet scent of milk lingered in the breath of the two of them.
Shane asked. "Is it delicious?"
Bertha curled her lips into a smile, full of sensuality. "Not bad."
Her fingertips caressed Shane's face again, her smile gradually became a bit evil, she teased. 'If you've already taken your medicine and eaten your candy, should we deal with the next thing?"
'?"
Shane frowned, from her expression he realized something was wrong.
Bertha didn't intend to give him a chance to react. She stood up and quickly opened the first drawer in the bedside cabinet. From inside, she took out a wooden ruler.
The corner of her mouth curled into a cheerful smile, with a domineering temperament. In her right hand, she held a ruler and tapped them down one by one.
Shane stared in surprise at the item in her hand. His face immediately turned pale, and the candy in his mouth suddenly became no longer sweet.
Did he waste such a big round of effort that he still had to be in the end second he felt like he was in heaven, and the next it was a nightmare in hell.
'Bertha…"
He clenched his palms, his heart was very depressed. "I'm wrong..."
Bertha was unmoved. "If you know you are wrong, you must accept the punishment, and next time you will not do it again. You hold out your hand."
He frowned and sighed, and didn't move, clearly knowing that he couldn't escape, just now, he shouldn't have had a lucky mentality, being happy in vain.
Bertha emphasized her voice. 'Huh?"
Under her attentive gaze, Shane slowly stretched out his left hand. She placed the tip of the ruler neatly in his palm, but she was in no hurry to strike.
Bertha said. 'You hid your cigarettes. Anyway, during the day, I was busy with many things so I didn't find out. You lied to me and said the cigarettes were Liam's. Just now, you didn't even care that I would be worried, you were planning to act out to avoid punishment. Tell me, how many times should you be beaten?"
Shane's heart had completely cooled.
Turns out she saw through him trying to look pitiful.
Her heart is like a mirror, clearly counting his crimes today.
'Tell me, how much?"
Bertha took the ruler and gently tapped his palm, calling out his thoughts.
He bit the corner of his lip, his voice trembled, and he replied hesitantly. 'So... will you hit me?"
Bertha's expression darkened, she spoke coldly and carelessly. 'One hundred."
Shane's heart trembled, and he forced the price to increase. 'So… five?"
Bertha's expression remained unchanged. 'Fifty."
Once halved, Shane seemed to have guessed her rule.
He continued to probe. 'Ten?"
Bertha paused for two seconds before answering. 'Twenty."
Shane may be reluctant to accept this outcome. 'Okay, please hit me twenty times."
Bertha did not move, slightly raised her eyebrows, the corners of her mouth curved up in a dark, evil smile.
'You got it wrong, my rule is, your number plus mine, then I should hit you forty times on your hand."
She pretended to be surprised. 'What a coincidence, I just calculated your four mistakes carefully, we get along very well."
'???"
Shane looked at her stunned, his spirit broken on the spot.
Why did she not act according to plan?
His chest was angry, he asked weakly. 'How much of your strength will you use?"
If she hits him hard, his left hand will be disabled.
Bertha said solemnly. 'This is a punishment. If I hit gently, you will remember this next time, right?"
Shane's heart is like ashes.
The ruler was still lying on his left palm as if in the next second, it would bring a sharp pain, overwhelming menace.
He lowered his head dejectedly, a sour feeling suddenly filling his nose.
Bertha did not pity him at all.
His heart was suffocating, the ruler had left his hand.
The next second, the ruler carrying the sound of wind quickly hit his palm, one after another, not giving him a chance to breathe.
Shane's fingertips trembled, his jaw was tense, and he tried his best not to take his hand back.
Even though he felt very resentful, he still obediently accepted being beaten.
Very quiet at night.
The sound of the ruler kept ringing, clearly a bit painful.
On the surface, Bertha said she would strike lightly, but when she struck, she instinctively only used 50% of her strength.
Although he was in pain, he felt that she was not as cruel as last time.
After the beating, Shane's left palm was swollen, slightly tinged red and purple, forty times, but he was not as seriously injured as before.
Shane knew in his heart that this time she didn't hit him hard, but thinking that before attacking, she also looked serious and threatened him, he complained. 'I thought you didn't love me anymore."
Bertha lifted his left hand, and her soft lips kissed his hot palm, gently and patiently.
She is using her way to erase all the pain in his heart.
Bertha closed her eyes, and she silently expressed her affection for Shane, her beautiful little face both calm and serious.
Shane looked at her stunned, his insides stirred.
After the kiss, Bertha asked him. "Are you in pain?"
Shane was about to say "It's fine", but suddenly remembered the painful price when he said it was fine, the tip of his tongue immediately retracted.
His long eyelashes trembled slightly, he said. "Painful…"
Bertha's eyes were appreciative, her tone raised. 'Oh, you learned your lesson, this time you know how to hurt, it seems like I didn't beat you in vain."
After kissing Shane's palm a few times, Bertha stood up, put the ruler in the drawer, and took the painkillers.
