Her Majesty the Empress, who had finally enjoyed three days of peaceful sleep, felt uneasy with the new situation.
"What’s with this man? He’s actually holding out this long in the cold war."
Not making a move for three days—there’s no way Beast Lu could restrain himself !
Or are you telling me that he went too hard that night and now he’s impotent?
Considering his physique, and the masculine scent he exudes every night, that seems unlikely.
She was quite relieved that he wasn’t touching her, but that didn’t mean he should neglect her completely, not even speaking a word to her.
Looking at the man who had just taken a bath, dried his hair, and now was half-lying on the bed reading a financial magazine without uttering a word to her.
Xia Weibao was somewhat irritable and also felt choked up.
Deliberately, she turned up the volume on her phone to the maximum and started playing games, I’ll annoy you to death!
With not much skill to begin with, and now feeling annoyed and frustrated, her performance in the game dropped to an all-time low.
After being reported several times for feeding the enemy team, Her Majesty the Empress finally got angry and slammed her phone down onto the bed.
She whipped her head around and blurted out, "Lu Hualiang, what’s your deal? If you have something to say, just say it. How have I offended you?"
Lu Hualiang lifted his gaze, looking at her indifferently, "You don’t remember what happened that night?"
"Damn it, what do I remember? You beast, all you know is to act like a beast, and you still expect me to remember something?"
She cursed so vehemently that even her usual ladylike image was cast aside, reflecting how furious she was.
That night, as soon as he got back, he pinned her down and started undressing her, not saying a word, not even bothering with foreplay, causing her so much pain she wanted to hit someone, and now he has the nerve to blame her?
Lu Hualiang’s pupils were dark as ink, impenetrably black, "Didn’t you hear a single word I said?"
"Did you even speak? Coming home in the middle of the night smelling of cigarettes, stripping my clothes off without saying a word as if I were some inflatable doll. I almost thought you smoked so much you became mute.
Lu Hualiang, if you have something to say, just say it, if you need to fart, just let it out, don’t sulk around like a sulky bottle gourd acting all moody for no one to see!"
After saying that, Xia Weibao immediately felt some regret. Ah, why did she have to say something as vulgar and crude as ’just fart’—it totally ruined her image.
But she didn’t care anymore, it was all because he angered her!
Lu Hualiang stared at her steadily; those deep, icy eyes of his were as black as an endless universe’s black hole, swirling with emotions yet seemingly calm and unruffled, impossible to discern.
After staring at Xia Weibao for a few seconds, he suddenly tossed aside the magazine he was holding, turned over, and lay down with his back to her.
Fine then, Mr. Lu, you want a cold war, do you? Alright, we’ll have a cold war, and whoever caves first is the loser dog!
She turned around huffily, ignoring him.
But deep down, she felt incredibly wronged.
Although the past three days had also been a cold war, he had still held her as they slept.
But sleeping back to back like they did tonight had never happened since they got married.
The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. How could she offend him? If there was something to say, just say it. She wasn’t a mind reader, and his silent treatment was totally unfair!
Unfair, unfair, unfair!
She wrapped her arms around her shoulders tightly. Accustomed to his embrace, now that there was no one to hold her, she couldn’t fall asleep.
The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt, and tears began to stream down her face.
Xia Weibao sniffled, then raised her hand to wipe her tears.
Hearing her sobs, Lu Hualiang felt a prick in his heart as if it had been pierced by a silver needle, a tingling, numb pain engulfing him.
He had been steadfastly neglecting her, but now that she was crying out of anger, he couldn’t hold out any longer.
He turned and reached his arm around her waist, intending to pull her into his embrace.
Xia Weibao slapped his hand off her back, "Don’t touch me!"