The two of them were pressed together without a sliver of space between them.
He smirked without fully smiling, "Wife, being so proactive?"
Xia Weibao chuckled, then pulled open his shirt.
No bruises, no signs of being beaten.
Could it really be that she was overthinking?
She reached out to feel around, then poked a couple of times.
Truly no unusual signs.
Lu Hualiang's voice was low and hoarse.
As if he were suppressing something, "Wife, can you stop playing with fire."
He knew well that it wasn't the right time for him, so she shouldn't provoke him!
Bringing trouble on oneself is asking for trouble.
If I had known it'd be like this, I would have held back my temper from the start!
Xia Weibao withdrew her hand.
Her mind was in turmoil, feeling something was off.
Yet, she thought this idea was too far-fetched.
Lu Hualiang, such a busy man, where would he find time for such an idle thing as taking someone else's place?
And there was no necessity for it.
