Lu Hualiang’s eyes slowly narrowed, "Do you always have to pull an all-nighter?"
"Isn’t that the case? Ask yourself, when has it not been all night? Aren’t you afraid of draining your life away..."
Lu Hualiang’s body stiffened suddenly, as he grabbed her shoulders, "Who am I?"
"Xia Weibao! Who am I!"
His gaze was fierce, and his grip was strong, causing water to spill out of the bathtub.
Xia Weibao felt very uncomfortable from his shaking, "Your Majesty, stop it~"
Lu Hualiang’s body tensed fiercely, his heart deeply pierced in that moment.
Staring at the woman who had fainted and was out of her mind, his heart was wrenching in pain.
A string in his mind suddenly snapped, and he pressed her against the edge of the bathtub, taking possession right away.
Drowning with her in a sea of jealousy.
"Ah... it hurts... be gentle..."
The bathroom echoed with the woman’s pleas for mercy, the sound of splashing water, and the man’s heavy breathing.
Every corner of the space was filled with sensuality.
In the end, Xia Weibao could no longer bear it and completely passed out...
When she awoke, evening had already begun to fall.
The light in the room was dim.
She lifted her hand, only to realize her body felt unbearably sore.
Indeed, such activities were too draining. Although it wasn’t the first time last night, it hardly differed from the first time.
Suddenly faced with such a high-intensity all-nighter, she was so tired she could hardly lift her arms.
A snap echoed as the light was turned on.
Only then did she notice that the room was empty. Xia Weibao frowned, where was he?
Doubt flickered in her eyes. Had he gone to work?
After such a thorough session that she had even fainted, it felt somewhat disappointing to wake up to no sign of the man.
But thinking about how busy he usually was, she let it go.
It was even better that he wasn’t here.
He had tormented her to death last night, and if it had really gone on for a whole day and night, she might well have ended up confined to the bed.
Her body felt as limp as noodles, and she nearly lost her balance when her legs touched the ground.
Indeed, she was done in to the point her legs had turned to jelly.
It wasn’t just her legs; her waist was also sore.
Xia Weibao cursed softly, finally granting him his wish. He should be happy now, right?
She wore a white, sexy, V-neck spaghetti-strap nightgown, the marks on her chest, arms, neck, and legs were plainly visible.
She dared not continue wearing this garment to eat, for the sake of her reputation.
After resting for a while and finally being able to walk, she went to the wardrobe, intending to get a more conservative pajama set to change into.
Her gaze then shifted to the tightly closed door of the study next to her.
His study used to be on the third floor, but later, to accommodate her preferences, he remodeled the room to resemble the Mausoleum’s style, so the study was moved to the first floor.
Later on, she changed the room back, which meant the study also returned to the third floor, and to make it convenient for him to work from home, she had a door installed in the room, connecting to the study.
Lu Hualiang had said last night that he arranged all of today’s work for yesterday; he was not supposed to go to work today.
Moreover, it was already dark outside; even if he went to work, he should be back by now.
Could he be in the study?
Out of curiosity, she walked over and pushed the door open. Instantly, a strong, pungent smell of smoke assailed her senses.
"Cough cough cough..."
She coughed repeatedly from the smoke.
The study was dark; thick curtains were drawn, blocking every sliver of light.
She could only see a small red dot lingering in the direction of the desk.
Xia Weibao held her breath, getting used to the acrid smoke, then reached out her hand and switched the light on with a snap.
The study was filled with swirling smoke, ignoring the pungent smell, it almost felt like an otherworldly experience.