Yun Jiao sighed. "Sleep on your stomach tonight. Don't roll over in a daze and press on your back."
The two children agreed and backed out.
Before long, Jiang Youzhi came in.
Yun Jiao snorted, turned her head away, and couldn't be bothered with him.
Jiang Youzhi's steps paused for a moment. He walked over, put both hands on Yun Jiao's shoulders. "Still angry?"
Yun Jiao turned and flung his hands off. "It's not that I won't let you teach the children. Making them kneel is enough. If you really have to hit them, smack their palms a couple times for form's sake. How could you bring yourself to hit them that hard?"
Jiang Youzhi sighed. "When I hit them, it hurts me too."
"But not hitting won't do either. The two of them are far too bold and reckless. If they don't suffer a bit, they won't remember."
