Bab 112: Chapter 112: Drinking Your Own Jealousy

She leaned forward with her hands braced on the desk, her mouth slightly agape, eyes sparkling.

"Wow, those breasts are impressive, no less stunning than those in his Imperial Harem."

And that waist, my goodness, so slender.

Her legs are so white too.

This reaction left Yang Liu utterly bewildered.

That's not right.

Seeing such a great figure on her, while she herself was wrapped up like a zongzi with no curves to show off, shouldn't she feel incredibly inferior?

So why does she seem… excited?

As for Lu Hualiang, his face had darkened to a terrifying extent.

He ground his teeth, "Xia, Wei, Bao!"

Xia, Xia Weibao?!

Yang Liu's eyes widened in shock. This woman swathed in a sack, wearing a mask and sunglasses, her hair a complete mess, was Xia Weibao?

The mistress of her household, Xia Weibao?

Oh my God!

Yang Liu stumbled in her high heels, falling to the ground, the coffee she hadn't yet set down splattering all over her.