Chen Jing, dazzling under the blazing summer sun, had beads of sweat dampening the hair at her temples, her pale cheeks flushed as if slightly tipsy. However, she didn't offer much of an explanation, striding into the bathroom with long steps and turning around to say with feigned sternness, "Don't you peek."
That face was still proud and haughty, with a hint of willfulness.
Lu Bu'er shrugged. "I could eat three bowls of rice just listening to the sound of water."
Chen Jing spat, "You'll burst!"
With a bang, the bathroom door shut.
Lu Bu'er silently chuckled.
This was the difference between a wife and a lover. Being with the former always brought a sense of peace and calm, whereas being with the latter was often filled with playful joy.
Soon, the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom.
Normally, Lu Bu'er's heart would be full of yearning, but now, under the pressure of an impending apocalypse, he really couldn't afford to be distracted, feeling a sense of loss instead.
