Su Muyao's mind was flooded with this memory; she couldn't stand the sight of that whip.
Xiao Jihan saw her expression and followed her gaze to the whip.
Xiao Jihan's face turned even paler, clearly he thought of something as well.
He stepped forward, took the whip in his hand, and looked at Su Muyao, "Does the wife want to use this whip?"
Su Muyao quickly waved her hands vigorously, "No, no, no..."
She was afraid she hadn't made herself clear enough.
She had no desire whatsoever to touch that whip.
"Can't you destroy this whip?"
"I can't stand seeing this thing anymore!"
Xiao Jihan's clear gaze locked onto Su Muyao, his voice hoarse and low, "Are you sure, wife?"
"The wife used to really like this whip."
Su Muyao moved the corner of her mouth, she didn't like it.
She didn't like this whip one bit.
"I don't like it, I'm very sure. Destroy it, obliterate it."
"Only when you get rid of this whip can I treat your cold syndrome without worry."
