Seeing that black birthmark was like a thunderbolt hitting Xia Weibao.
Her mind went blank.
Her face turned pale.
How could it be...
The birthmark was small, slightly above the lower back, invisible unless clothes were off.
As an ancient person, she was still conservative, never wearing backless dresses to events.
It’s impossible for Long Xuanye to know.
Could it be, that night, she truly was with him...
Once this possibility crossed her mind, Xia Weibao’s face turned completely white.
No, no, no!
Lu Hualiang had been busy recently, and it was already very late when he finished work today.
Upon returning to the hotel, Xia Weibao had already fallen asleep, leaving a dim small lamp by the bedside.
The warm-toned light felt cozy, like ho.
His heart softened, and he quietly walked over.
The woman on the bed breathed shallowly, sleeping soundly.
Lu Hualiang sat at the bedside, reached out, and gently tucked her slightly tousled hair behind her head.
Revealing her enchanting and exquisite face.
He lowered his head and gently planted a kiss on her forehead.
The cold and hard arc of his lips softened unconsciously.
As long as she was by his side, he felt completely relaxed.
It was like a thousand years ago, no matter how burdenso the affairs of state, even if reading the morial to the Throne made his eyes sore and red, returning to the rear palace and seeing her made all the exhaustion vanish.
His knuckle lightly brushed across her tender white cheek, Lu Hualiang got up and retrieved clothes to shower.
At the mont the bathroom door closed, Xia Weibao opened her eyes, staring blankly at the closed door.
His Majesty...
That night, did she truly betray him?
The bathroom door was frosted glass, barely revealing the tall and strong silhouette of the man; Xia Weibao stared dazedly, her eyes like stagnant water, devoid of any life.
Not sure how long she watched, the bathroom door opened.
Panic surged through her heart, and she quickly closed her eyes, pretending to sleep.
Lu Hualiang, with a towel wrapped around his waist, holding another towel, walked out while drying his hair.
Water droplets trailed down his wheat-colored skin, sexy and wild.
As he passed the bedside, he glanced toward the bed, his brows faintly furrowing.
Without saying much, he continued past the bedside.
Xia Weibao didn’t know how to face him, her eyes shut tight, feigning sleep.
The night was very quiet, only the two of them in the room, not a sound. She could clearly hear his footfalls.
He walked to the wardrobe, opened it, took sothing, then turned back to the bathroom.
She didn’t open her eyes; her mind was a ss.
Soon, the sound of blow-drying hair ca from the bathroom.
Then, the bathroom door opened again, and he walked out.
He sat by the bed, fumbled for a mont, lifted the quilt and lay down.
Xia Weibao kept her eyes shut, yet it felt as though she could see his every move.
And everything he did tugged at her heart, causing her turmoil.
After the man lay down, he reached out to pinch her cheek, "Awake?"
Xia Weibao, "..."
How did he see through her when she pretended to sleep so well!
Being exposed, continuing the act seed pointless, so she opened her eyes, gazing at him with low spirits.
"How did you figure it out?"
Lu Hualiang slid his arm under her neck, skillfully pulling her closer.
"You furrowed your brows, I knew what you wanted to do."
Xia Weibao, "..."
Is there no privacy left!
"Feeling bad?"
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