Her lips, moist like cherries, parted slightly, releasing a breath as delicate as that of an orchid, seemingly extending an invitation.
Lu Hualiang half-closed his eyes, staring at her face.
Just as their lips were about to meet, Xia Weibao suddenly snapped back to her senses, turning her face away abruptly.
His lips brushed past the corner of hers.
Xia Weibao stood up in a bit of panic, "I’m tired, I’ll take a bath and go to sleep first."
Then she hurried upstairs.
Watching her flee in disarray, Lu Hualiang’s face grew darker and darker.
She was resisting him,
He could feel it, she had him in her heart, and she’d just been moved, but at the last moment, she still ran away.
And at the moment she stood up in panic, he could feel her repulsion.
Why was this happening, what secret was hidden in her heart? Clearly, she had him in her heart, yet she always refused to take that step!
Xia Weibao hurried back to her room, then rushed into the bathroom, turned on the tap, and started splashing water on her face.
She leaned against the wall rather despondently, tilting her head back, staring blankly at the ceiling.
She really was beyond help.
Her resistance to Lu Hualiang was getting weaker and weaker.
Unable to give him what he desired, yet unwilling to leave.
And, he wouldn’t let her go.
The man’s possessiveness was too terrifying, no less intense than that of Emperor Xia Liang back in the days; even if it meant mutual torment, he would not let her go.
And she, alone and unsupported in this world without her own power, couldn’t possibly evade his overwhelming presence.
Xia Weibao covered her face with her hands, determined not to let things go this far again.
She had suspected that there was something between Yuan Zhinan and Bai He, and just seeing a man who looked like Emperor Xia Liang had made her feel uncomfortable.
Put in his shoes, how tormented would Emperor Xia Liang feel seeing her cosying up to another man?
This wasn’t fair to Emperor Xia Liang, nor to Lu Hualiang.
She must keep her distance.
After washing her face again, she calmed herself down a bit.
She finally opened the door and found Lu Hualiang seated on the sofa in the room, not knowing when he had arrived.
He was looking at her, expressionless.
Xia Weibao lowered her head, unable to meet his gaze.
She walked towards the closet with tiny, hesitant steps.
"Teasing me and don’t want to take responsibility?"
The man’s calm voice reached her, and Xia Weibao felt as if she had been pricked in the heart.
"I’m sorry, I won’t tease you again next time."
Damn it, I want you to tease me and take responsibility, not stop teasing me!
"What exactly are you worried about!"
Lu Hualiang’s tone was a bit grave.
Xia Weibao’s head hung even lower, like a child who had done something wrong, completely unable to retort.
What was she worried about?
A married woman getting intimate with another man was adultery.
She had reached the closet, her hand stretched out, intending to open it.
But suddenly she remembered, this was A City, not Lu Garden, there were no clothes of hers here.
Yet since her hand was already outstretched, it felt awkward, so she still pulled open the closet door.
She discovered, to her surprise, that the closet was full of clothes!
Three-quarters of them were hers, including underwear, sleepwear, casual wear, dresses, evening gowns, everything!
The remaining quarter was Lu Hualiang’s.
Xia Weibao’s eyes widened, "How come my clothes are here?"
This was her first time here.
"All the properties under my name have your clothes, you’re the mistress," he said.
Although he knew many of them would be unnecessary for her, he still wanted to prepare every everyday item for her.
Just in case she might need them.
Such a simple logic, Xia Weibao naturally understood.
It was precisely because she understood that her heart felt even more chaotic.