Just now when he kissed her, there was clearly no fear, and he even enjoyed it.
He thought about it and pressed her against the wall, initiating a kabedon.
Was it real fear or pretending? A try would reveal the truth!
Watching the man lean in for a kiss, Xia Weibao turned her head to the side, avoiding his lips.
"What are you trying to do!"
"You!"
His hot lips landed on her neck, gently nibbling, and then moving downward.
His hand, even more unrestrained, caressed her waist, slipping in from the hem of her clothes...
Xia Weibao’s body trembled lightly, her face turning pale.
Feeling her body tense up, Lu Hualiang hurriedly backed off and looked up, eting the fear in her eyes.
He was so startled that he quickly released her.
Xia Weibao showed panic on her face, pushing him and wanted to run.
Lu Hualiang pulled her back and smoothly tossed a bathrobe over her.
"I’ll go outside, you can shower first."
Her clothes were all wet, running out like that was a sure way to catch a cold.
He turned away, poured a glass of red wine, and sat down on the sofa.
Lu Hualiang felt a bit frustrated, realizing she was really scared.
Just how beastly was he last ti, to have given her a psychological shadow?
He glanced at his lively little brother—it was truly a sin.
When will these days end!
He turned his head, seeing the bathroom door kicked open, and although she tried to stay on the other side, he could still catch a glimpse.
Plus, the glass was frosted, and this hazy feeling was even more enticing!
Lu Hualiang quickly looked away, he couldn’t keep watching, or he’d have a blood vessel explosion!
His wife as beautiful as a flower, yet every day he couldn’t enjoy her.
Should he kneel on durian instead?
Although a man’s dignity is as valuable as gold, compared to his wife, it’s worth nothing.
With this thought, Director Lu felt kneeling on durian wasn’t such a big deal after all.
He had plenty of gold, no use for it.
Sleeping with his wife seed more practical.
Yes, once back, he would kneel on durian; after two months, he was about to be burned alive!
More than half an hour later, Xia Weibao finally ca out of the bathroom.
Not having grabbed pajamas, she wore a bathrobe.
Her hair hadn’t been dried, and droplets flowed down her neck, disappearing into the robe...
Inside was truly nothing...
With this thought, Lu Hualiang’s nose bled profusely.
Xia Weibao, "..."
"Honey, you have a nosebleed."
Lu Hualiang reached up to wipe it, his face darkening, "Too much heat, the weather in F country is too dry, easy to get overheated."
Xia Weibao, "..."
Heh, why didn’t she get overheated?
Lu Hualiang, with a dark face, headed towards the bathroom, "You dry your hair yourself, I’m going to shower."
"Didn’t you just shower?"
"Cold shower!"
Her Majesty the Empress imdiately closed her mouth, yes, shower away, a cold shower in sumr wouldn’t cause illness, shower more.
Lu Hualiang took an hour with this shower.
Xia Weibao, "..."
How beastly was he!
For a cold shower to take over an hour, luckily she didn’t have to share his bed now, or she’d never get out!
Lu Hualiang ca out of the shower, glanced at the bed and saw Xia Weibao lying there playing on her phone, both legs raised and gently swaying.
Such slender, fair legs, smooth like jade, had once wrapped around his waist...
Whoosh—
Another two streams of nosebleed poured down.
Goodness!
The cold shower was for nothing!
He went to shower again.
Her Majesty the Empress heard the sound, turned her head, and saw his back going into the bathroom.
A bit puzzled, why go back after just showering, got addicted to washing?
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