Xia Weibao, watching her husband’s face getting smashed into the cake by her own slap, had the first instinct to run for the hills!
If she didn’t run now, her life would be over!
However, as the saying goes, "For every clever move, there is a counter," she had barely lifted her butt from the seat when someone grabbed the hem of her clothes and yanked her back.
Lu Hualiang lifted his head, and even with a face full of cream, one could vaguely see the unmeltable layer of dark cloud underneath and the thick murderous aura emanating from his body.
Her Majesty the Empress knew she shouldn’t laugh at this moment, or the consequences would be severe.
Yet, she couldn’t help it because the scene was just too beautiful and hilarious haha...
The gritted voice instantly forced the Empress’s unstoppable laughter back into her belly.
Her upper lip pressed against her lower, keeping her mouth tightly shut.
She had been too full of herself.
The clashing sound of teeth, danger!
A wise person knows better, and the Empress certainly did, vigorously shaking her head like a wave drum.
I’ll endure, I’ll endure, I must endure!
For the sake of her life, she absolutely could not laugh.
"It wasn’t on purpose..."
She really hadn’t meant to do it; it was an accident.
It wasn’t her fault she had used too much strength!
"Clean it up with your tongue."
"???" Xia Weibao wore a face full of question marks, "What do you mean?"
"Whoever made the mess cleans it with their tongue."
"Lick, lick, lick..."
Her tongue tied in knots, her face turned red, and she couldn’t even speak properly.
The Empress suffered in her heart—couldn’t she just take the hit herself as an apology?
However, under the murderous gaze of a certain man, she could only approach with a face as red as a pig’s liver and plant a kiss on it.
The direct consequence of not conducting herself like a lady was that she still couldn’t sleep even when dawn broke the next day...
Wuu, she dared not do it again, never again.
She swore she would never eat cake again; it was such a trap.
She had planned to go out on a date today, but she ended up sleeping the daylight away at home.
By the time she woke up again in the evening, Xia Weibao lay on the bed, unable to lift a single finger.
Being able to get out of bed was indeed a stroke of luck.
She dragged herself up, supporting her sore and delicate waist, glanced at the time, and fortunately, it hadn’t been twenty-four hours yet.
She took out a little bottle from the lowest drawer of the bedside table and then took water to swallow the medication.
Last night, Lu Hualiang was so angry that he carried her back to the room without giving her any time to prepare, and she missed her chance to take the pill.
Having been traumatized by childbirth in her past life, in this life, she definitely didn’t want to have children so soon.
Plus, her career was just taking off; it wasn’t suitable to get pregnant now.
When Director Lu entered the room, he saw her sitting on the bed, drinking water.
The man’s voice came from behind her, and Xia Weibao flinched, spilling some water.
Instinctively looking at the medicine bottle on the nightstand, it would be too late to put it away now; it would only make her seem guiltier.
So she turned around unhurriedly and glared at him, accusing him of his beastly actions!
Her heart ached for him searching for her for a thousand years, living as a monk for a millennium, so as long as he had needs, she would not refuse.
But this was no reason for complete lack of restraint, hey! She was human—she could get tired, she wasn’t inflatable.
With a full stomach and Director Lu in a good mood, he seemed forgiving about the cake incident and sat down beside her.
He wrapped one arm around her waist and gently pecked her lips, "Let’s go down for dinner."
"You realize it’s dinner time now?"
How beastly he must be to have exhausted her to the point of sleeping an entire day!
Lu Hualiang’s lips held a satisfied smile.
Catching sight of the medicine on the table, his brows furrowed, "What’s this?"