Chapter 162: The Wikstroemia
He elected to stay in his room for the rest of the day, and it was eerie how quiet he was being.
He lay on the bed for the past three hours as he stared at the ceiling in a daze.
‘Okay, Jumeng saw me cross-dressing; it’s not a big deal. If anything, she thinks it’s a strange hobby—one, it isn’t illegal; two, I’m not hurting anyone; three, I’m not stealing her food. It is completely fine!’
Lu Yibei had the strange ability to adapt to any situation, considering his extremely thick skin. Nothing matters to him at this time.
Nothing can phase a person without shame.
If anything, Jumeng seeing me do so is beneficial, he thought. ‘Now, I can avoid her suspicion and run out at night under the guise of wanting to avoid her, and I’ll be safe from being detected!’
‘But I must prepare.’
He got up from bed in a hurry and barged into his walk-in closet, searching for his sewing kit and the guitar bag containing the statue of Acala, the Immovable, and got to work.
As a child who grew up in a single-family, he had to rely on himself for almost everything, so he was able to use a sewing kit with relative ease.
