Chapter 802: The Empress is Still Very Innocent
As soon as the topic of playing games came up, Her Majesty the Empress’s eyes lit up.
"This is great, this is great," she had been stuck in Bronze for such a long time.
In the past, Lu Hualiang would take her gaming every night, even making it to Silver before they dropped back down again.
Ever since they took the plunge, he had rarely played games with her, almost always turning in early for bed.
And then working hard until the wee hours of the night.
Tonight, he finally saw the light and decided to take her to the King’s Realm, which was no easy feat.
Thus, Her Majesty the Empress moved faster than anyone else, grabbed his hand, and ran back.
Like a gust of wind, she flew upstairs, not saying a word before sweeping up her pajamas to take a shower.
Seeing how eager she was, Lu Hualiang seriously considered, should they take a romantic bath together?
However, she had already slammed the door shut with a bang.
Lu Hualiang, "..."
Alright, the romantic bath will have to wait for next time.
When Xia Weibao finished her shower, she found that Lu Hualiang had already showered as well, using the guest bathroom downstairs.
Her Majesty the Empress raised an eyebrow, hmm, she hadn’t expected him to be this enthusiastic.
So, she skipped blow-drying her hair, letting it air-dry naturally since they weren’t going to bed early anyway.
Climbing into bed, she propped herself up with a pillow against her back, whipped out her phone to log into the King’s Realm, and eagerly looked at her dear husband.
Lu Hualiang, "..."
Wife, do you have to be so innocent?
I mentioned playing games, and you really think it’s all about the King’s Realm?
There are many kinds of games, like the ones played in bed, like fairies fighting and such.
He somewhat speechlessly picked up the hairdryer, then pulled her to the edge of the bed.
"Lie down and let your hair hang over the edge."
The fact that such a big girl couldn’t be bothered to dry her hair, calling her an internet-addicted girl couldn’t be more fitting.
Xia Weibao was obviously in high spirits, flashing him a sweet smile, contentedly enjoying the pampering from her dear husband.
Lu Hualiang sat by the bed, letting her rest her head on his legs.
With one hand, he held the hairdryer, and with the other, he gently caressed her hair.
Her hair was beautiful, black, long, and straight, with soft roots that felt comfortable to the touch.
His movements were gentle, softly tousling her hair, occasionally massaging her scalp, and it felt very comfortable.
The heat from the dryer was just right, too.
Xia Weibao closed her eyes gently, relishing the feeling of being doted on.
Quarreling is the spice of a relationship, and that saying isn’t a bit wrong.
A relationship that doesn’t change is like tasteless water, becoming dull over time, but after a cold war, the feelings often seem stronger.
Watching her with closed eyes, enjoying herself, Lu Hualiang felt like he was looking at a languid little wildcat.
He gently tapped her cute nose, and the corners of his mouth formed a tender arc.
Xia Weibao opened her eyes, her laughter ringing like bells.
Lu Hualiang, worried she might feel uncomfortable, had set the hairdryer to a moderate temperature, so it would take a while to dry completely.
Therefore, Xia Weibao turned on the game, deciding to play a round against the bots, the simplest kind for beginners.
"You have been slain."
"You have been slain."
"You have been slain."
...
After hearing such an announcement for who knows how many times, Lu Hualiang’s eyes twitched.
You’re losing like this even to the idiot bots, have you fed your IQ to the dogs, my dear wife?
"Wife..."
The tone was filled with a deep sense of helplessness.
Losing so badly even to bots, aren’t you ashamed?
Xia Weibao was used to losing at games, so she was completely unfazed.
Instead, she looked at him with an innocent face, "Let me tell you, the AI level is really high these days, even higher than playing against real people."
After saying that, she looked at him with eyes that pleaded him to believe her, it was definitely not her fault for losing so miserably—it was all because the computer was too good.