The little girl with apricot cheeks and peach blossom face lowered her head, gently rubbing the corner of her clothes. She stood straight, not daring to look up, and said softly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Qin, I really can't recite it. I forgot to review it this morning, so I forgot."
"Then, what did I say yesterday would be the punishment if you couldn't recite it?" Mr. Qin raised his eyebrows, not angry, as he stood beside the petite girl, looking at her neatly tied bun.
Of course, Ye Zhi remembered and answered in a small voice, "Three strikes on the palm."
"Then what should you do now?"
With Mr. Qin's eerie voice, Ye Zhi extended her left hand, palm up, and placed it before him.
Beat, go ahead and beat!
Usually, she used her right hand, so if her left hand was hit and became inconvenient, she'd use her right.
"Smack, smack, smack."
The long ruler hit her tender palm three times as punishment.
The crisp sound even made others feel the pain.
