Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart - Chapter 296

Chapter 296: A Numbing Sensation

Long Yang stopped leaning forward. At the sight of her actions, he came back to his senses and could not help letting out a deep laugh. “Haha.”

His voice was deep and mellow, and when his husky laughter entered her ears, it seemed to creep into her heart, leaving a numbing sensation all over her.

Lu Liangwei stared at him in a daze, only recovering her senses after a while and asking in embarrassment, “What’re you laughing at?”

Long Yang pulled down the dainty hand covering her mouth. His thinly callused fingers gently pinched her soft cheek, and with a smile, he said pleasantly, “Lu Liangwei, how can you be so adorable?”

“…”

Lu Liangwei stared at him blankly.

What did she do?

Long Yang gazed at her with a faint smile. “I wasn’t planning to kiss you…” Placing his slender fingers on her shoulders, he pulled up the fallen cloak and draped it around her once more.

Hearing this, Lu Liangwei exhaled in relief. Picking up another dumpling with her chopsticks, she was about to take a bite when she suddenly realized what he meant. Her beautiful eyes widened slightly, and she wanted to cover her mouth, but it was already too late.

The man’s fresh and pleasant breath had already filled the insides of her mouth and disrupted her breathing.

Thud!

She loosened her grip, and the dumpling dropped on the table.

Coming back to her senses, she blushed and started struggling lightly.

Fortunately, Long Yang did not kiss her for too long and let her go when he saw her struggling.

Lu Liangwei felt that her body had gone all numb as if it no longer belonged to her, and her legs felt weak as well. Curling her fingers inward, she could not help herself from looking at Long Yang accusingly. “How could you do that, Your Majesty…” She had not even rinsed her mouth.

The girl’s voice was soft and silvery. Her words were supposed to be accusatory, but now they sounded as if she was acting cute, and they tickled the bottom of the man’s heart like a cat’s paw.

Long Yang’s hand gripped the back of her chair, his veins bulging, and his deep eyes darkened further with a hint of forbearance and restraint.

As he looked at the delicate and lovely girl sitting in the chair, his self-control that he had always prided himself on almost crumbled.

He took a step away calmly, picked up the cup of osmanthus tea on the table, and gulped it down.

Lu Liangwei glanced at him in confusion, reminding him, “The tea’s gone cold.” As she spoke, she picked up the teapot, wanting to pour him another warm cup.

Long Yang pressed her hand down, his voice husky, “No need, cold tea’s just fine. You should eat quickly, the food won’t taste good when it gets cold.”

“Oh.” Lu Liangwei withdrew her hand and glanced at him, feeling that there was something wrong with him.

A smile surfaced at the corners of Long Yang’s mouth, and he cast her a deep gaze. “The dumpling tastes pretty good.” With that, he turned and walked out.

Lu Liangwei nodded. She also thought that this dumpling tasted good.

She had just taken a bite when she suddenly stopped.

Wait, the Emperor did not eat any of the dumplings just now, so why did he suddenly…

When she remembered the kiss just now, the blush that had just faded from her face bloomed once again.

He, he…

After finishing all the food, Lu Liangwei drew the cloak around her tighter and walked out.

Sure enough, she saw Long Yang standing in the courtyard.

He stood with his back to her and his hands behind him, seeming to be admiring the moon.

Lu Liangwei raised her head and looked at the night sky. The moonlight was bright and beautiful; it was indeed a perfect night to admire the moon.

She descended the steps.

At the sound of footsteps behind him, Long Yang’s eyes moved slightly, and he turned around.

“Why have you come out?”

Lu Liangwei took a few steps closer. Glancing at him, she saw a sheen of sweat covering his smooth forehead, and she hurriedly gave him the handkerchief in her hands. “You’re sweating. Here, wipe yourself with this.”

However, she could not help muttering to herself, ‘Although it’s already the end of May, it’s still not that hot. How can he sweat while standing in the courtyard?’