Xia Weibao was rolling around with the quilt when she heard the door open and turned to see Lu Hualiang coming in.
Instantly, her face lit up with a big smile.
"Where are my clothes?"
It's already noon; if she doesn't go back now, she might really get caught in the act.
Lu Hualiang handed her clothes over without avoiding her gaze and sat at the bedside, looking at her in a very gentlemanly manner.
Xia Weibao, "..."
Could you, for goodness' sake, look away?
"I need to change clothes."
Director Lu's face was unchanged, "Go ahead."
Xia Weibao lifted a foot, her delicate toes aimed at him, "Turn around."
The implication was clear: turn around, or get kicked off the bed—pick one.
"Honey, you should be mindful of your image."
Xia Weibao flipped the quilt and covered his head with it, then quickly changed clothes.
"Image is something you show to others."
As for him? Well, whether she wanted to keep up appearances depended on her mood.
