Lu Hualiang's eyebrows lowered, coldness spreading all around, instantly freezing everything within ten miles.
Even if Yang Li was scared to death, he would crawl back from Hell to continue rescuing his master's emotional intelligence.
Truly, it's exhausting like a worrying old maid.
"Master, this won't do, it's very easy for Madam to think that you married her just for the sake of sleeping with her."
Lu Hualiang's face was expressionless, "Who says I'm not?"
Desire doesn't necessarily mean love, but if there's love, there will undoubtedly be desire.
When emotions reach a certain level, naturally you'd wish for a more intimate relationship.
The integration of body and soul, the union of physical and spiritual, the exploration of spirit and desire, all these are based on mutual love.
He loves her, it's impossible for him not to desire her.
If one day he no longer wants to be with her, wouldn't that be the most terrifying thing?
