"Why do you talk so strangely, like an old man? It's awful, I don't like it."

Liu Bingbing had no worries and wasn't afraid at all.

Liu Daru was displeased, but he did not show it.

Over the years, he has managed to control the Jiangnan region. He is obsessed with the feeling of being a superior person and in control of others, and has long been immersed in it.

Hearing these displeasing words, his face turned cold, and his tone became indifferent: "Come in with me!"

He opened his room door and a faint, pleasant fragrance wafted out.

For some reason, Liu Bingbing couldn't help but follow them inside. She smelled a familiar fragrance, closed her eyes, and began to reminisce.

What does this taste like?

Why does it look so familiar!

It felt like it penetrated deep into my soul.

I vaguely remember smelling this fragrance when I was a child.

"Take off your clothes!" Liu Daru coldly ordered.

He sat on the stool, staring at Liu Bingbing, waiting for the beautiful scenery he hadn't seen for many years to reappear before his eyes.

However, half a day passed, and Liu Bingbing was still deep in thought with her eyes closed and her brows furrowed, as if she was recalling something.

Liu Daru felt his authority had been challenged and was displeased.

Why are you so disobedient? Have you forgotten the lesson you learned?

"Hurry up and take it off, don't make me say it a second time!"

This time he could see clearly that the other party still didn't make a move.

Liu Daru was furious. He walked to the bedside and took out the whip hanging at the head of the bed—a pure black snake whip.

"Crack!" The black whip lashed the floor, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Liu Bingbing opened her eyes and looked at him, seemingly not understanding what he was doing.

He hated that kind of look; he disliked it. He preferred looks that were fearful, terrified, ingratiating, and cautious.