Mo Huasong took a deep breath and said, "Come here."
Lu Yunyi gently walked over to Mo Huasong. "Lu Yunyi, do you understand? From now on, I am your master, and you must obey me."
"Yes, master." Lu Yunyi was seething beneath Mo Huasong's humiliation, a strong intent to kill emerging from within her.
However, she knew she had to suppress it, to live by any means necessary, to increase her strength over these three years, and then to find a way to kill Mo Batian.
"You go and prepare the bath, and serve me well as I bathe," Mo Huasong ordered.
Lu Yunyi hesitated but eventually moved towards the bathroom.
Her bathing area was enormous with over twenty square meters; there they could play coy without any issues.
After Lu Yunyi had prepared the bath, Mo Huasong stepped into the tub, lying down, letting Lu Yunyi meticulously wash his body.
Lu Yunyi now felt both anger and shame. She would rather have Mo Batian use her and then cast her aside.
