Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart

Yuan Xin knew that the two had a lot to say upon reuniting after so long. She said knowingly, "It's getting late. I should be returning home. I'll visit you again another day."

"Alright. Let me walk you out," said Lu Liangwei. She was about to release Long Yang's hand when the man held on even tighter before she could let go.

Yuan Xin smiled when she saw this. "It's only a few steps away. There's no need to walk me out." With that, she quickened her steps and left the coaching inn with her servants. She felt happy that Lu Er's husband doted on her so much and she could not help feeling envious of Lu Er.

After Yuan Xin had left the coaching inn, the others had read the room and left as well.

Without anyone interrupting them, Long Yang suddenly carried Lu Liangwei in his arms.

Lu Liangwei shrieked and her face turned slightly red.

Chu Jiu had considerately opened the door to one of the rooms.

Long Yang carried Lu Liangwei and entered the room.

Chu Jiu closed the door sensibly behind them and left toward the garden to stand guard.

When they got into the room, Long Yang pressed Lu Liangwei against the door with one hand around her waist. His deep eyes looked greedily at her, not wanting to move away for even a second.

Lu Liangwei turned red from his staring. Her heart thumped wildly as her eyelashes, light as a crow's feather, fluttered gently.

What was the meaning of feeling timid with the one you loved? She understood that deeply now.

When she could not see him, she missed him every second. When he was now right in front of her, however, she felt a sense of shyness.

"What are you looking at?" She cocked her head slightly and mumbled in a small voice.

Long Yang took her shyness in and the lust in his deep eyes slowly subsided as he gently caressed her face carefully. "You've gotten thin, Weiwei."

Lu Liangwei touched his face in return. When she saw how hallowed his face and thin his body was, her voice suddenly choked. "You've gotten thin too, Your Majesty…"

He was wearing a wide robe and when she hugged him, Lu Liangwei realized that his already narrow waist was now even thinner.

Long Yang must have gone through hell during the time she went missing.

"Are you feeling sad for me, Weiwei?" Long Yang looked at the tears in her eyes and his heart softened.

"Yes, very much so." Lu Liangwei hugged him around the neck. Her face was red and her voice was soft and low.

"Never leave my side again, Weiwei." The memory of how he suffered throughout this time made Long Yang's voice hoarse. He lowered his head, kissing her gently again and again.

It was supposed to be comforting kisses, but the moment he touched her, it turned into something deeper.

The man's heavy breathing alarmed Lu Liangwei, who immediately turned red in the face. She tried to push him away by saying, "It is still daytime, Your Majesty. Please mind yourself…"

"I won't do anything. I just want to check if you've gotten thinner." The man's husky voice filled her ears. She was close to losing herself as she grabbed his mischievous hands. Her voice became weak and coy as she said, "No, don't…"

She was surprised by her own voice.

Lu Liangwei's face burned even more. When her eyes met the man's, she could no longer say another word.

However, the man insisted on teasing her.

He leaned close to her ear. "Do you miss me, Weiwei?"

Lu Liangwei knew that when he said 'miss', he was referring to something else.

She could feel the ends of her hair burning and she buried her face into his chest without replying to him.

However, Long Yang also said nothing, but used his actions to show her just how badly he had missed her.

It was the first time Lu Liangwei realized how unrestrained His Majesty was. Before they had reached the bed, he had torn apart her dress.

It did not take long for the dress she was wearing to be shredded into pieces that fell to the floor. Lu Liangwei held on tightly to him as her head rested on his shoulder, their sweat rubbing against each other.

When she was almost at her breaking point, she lifted her head, breathless, and bit hard on Long Yang's sexy Adam's apple.

Her action was like adding oil to a burning fire.

The man grunted and went harder on her.

Chu Jiu stood in the garden. She could vaguely hear the movement coming from the room.

The woman's cries and the man's grunting.

Chu Jiu had to step further, all the way toward the courtyard before stopping. She stood guard near the gates, preventing unnecessary people from coming in and spoiling the mood of the two in the room.