Even if he didn't remember her at the time, subconsciously, he wouldn't let other women get close.
Thinking back now, when Zhong Wanshu asked her to marry Xia Weibao, the reason he agreed was probably due to this subconscious mind.
Including letting her sleep in his bed and sharing a pillow, it was the same.
Loving her had already become his instinct.
Only then did Xia Weibao's anger subside a bit, "Then later, why did everyone say that she saved you."
Her own man being talked about like that by another woman was truly disgusting.
"After the assassin died, I left, found Neil, and it was Neil who dug out the bullet and bandaged my wound. Honey, you wouldn't even be jealous of a man, would you?"
Lu Hualiang leaned in, bending over next to her ear, his movements intimate.
Xia Weibao twisted her body, breaking free from his embrace, "Let go."
Her anger still hadn't faded.
"What about Xia Yongxuan."
