Lu Hualiang stared deeply at her back, saying nothing.
By the time he finished his dinner and handled his business and returned to the room, Xia Weibao had already retired for the night.
He glanced at the woman on the bed who was turned away from him, his eyes growing darker.
He took his clothes to shower, intentionally making a big noise, yet the woman on the bed remained motionless.
He knew she wasn't asleep, she just didn't want to engage with him.
Lu Hualiang angrily walked into the bathroom and quickly took a combat shower and came out.
He lay down on the other side and reached for Xia Weibao's slender waist.
Xia Weibao opened her tightly closed eyes briefly, before shutting them again.
Her mind was a mess right now, filled with Long Xuanye's words.
Who exactly was that man?
He knew martial arts, and knew she wasn't the original owner of this body, seemingly familiar with her past.
Yet she knew nothing about him.
