Seeing that black birthmark was like a thunderbolt hitting Xia Weibao.
Her mind went blank.
Her face turned pale.
How could it be...
The birthmark was small, slightly above the lower back, invisible unless clothes were off.
As an ancient person, she was still conservative, never wearing backless dresses to events.
It's impossible for Long Xuanye to know.
Could it be, that night, she truly was with him...
Once this possibility crossed her mind, Xia Weibao's face turned completely white.
No, no, no!
Lu Hualiang had been busy recently, and it was already very late when he finished work today.
Upon returning to the hotel, Xia Weibao had already fallen asleep, leaving a dim small lamp by the bedside.
The warm-toned light felt cozy, like home.
His heart softened, and he quietly walked over.
The woman on the bed breathed shallowly, sleeping soundly.
Lu Hualiang sat at the bedside, reached out, and gently tucked her slightly tousled hair behind her head.
