"Director Lu, do you have a cold?"
Xia Weibao asked doubtfully, and then she grabbed his hand to feel his pulse.
Lu Hualiang was about to say no, but seeing her action, he stopped himself.
Her hand was very soft and smooth, and it felt comfortable pressing on his.
It made him somewhat lost in thought.
"No illness." Xia Weibao pulled back her hand.
Muttering softly, "It must be because you've offended so many people, you're cursed every day."
Lu Hualiang, "..."
Wife, have you forgotten there are only two people here?
It's so quiet, although the voice is low, I can still hear it.
"Do you believe in past and present lives?"
Xia Weibao suddenly started speaking softly.
Very softly, like a strand of mist that's barely tangible.
If there really are past and present lives, then Lu Hualiang... could he be her His Majesty?
Lu Hualiang glanced at her sideways, "You've been watching too many TV dramas, haven't you? This past and present life stuff is unscientific..."
