Lu Hualiang came out after freshening up and saw her chuckling while holding her phone.
Instantly recalling last night's Weibo post, his face darkened.
Looking closely, it was dark with a tinge of red.
"Hmph!"
Lu Hualiang snorted coldly, turned around with a cool demeanor, and went to change his clothes.
Xia Weibao, "..."
A word suddenly came to mind: tsundere.
The word "tsundere" seemingly doesn't match a man like Lu Hualiang, who exudes such a strong aura and low-pressure vibe.
But the feeling he gave her at this moment was exactly that, a tsundere, and an especially stubborn one concerned with face.
Xia Weibao walked over and leaned against the table with her arms crossed.
She lifted her delicate legs and nudged his foot.
"Hey, why did you post something like that on Weibo?"
At the mention of this silly thing, Lu Hualiang's expression became even darker, "Feeling proud?"
