Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart

Only then did Lin Qingyuan realize that she was not clothed. Yanking the covers up around her, she shrieked, "Get out, now!"

A vein on Long Xuan's forehead throbbed. Shooting her a sidelong look, he suddenly remarked, "I've already seen every part of you." With that, he sauntered out of the room, leaving her rooted to the spot in stupefaction.

Lin Qingyuan watched him leave, simmering with indignance.

She had barely gotten a glimpse of his body in her drunken stupor last night, but not only had he seen every part of her, he had also taken advantage of her without her knowledge. The mere thought of it filled her with resentment.

After getting washed and dressed in a huff, she headed out.

However, every step made her wince in pain, and she could not help cursing Long Xuan again.

"What's all that cursing for?"

Long Xuan's voice came from behind her, making her jump. She spun round, only to meet Long Xuan's icy eyes, and she immediately took a step back nervously.

Unaware that there was a flight of steps behind her, she lost her balance and fell backward.

"Ahhhhhh!"

She screamed, but just when she thought she was about to fall, Long Xuan caught her by the arm like lightning and scolded her in a low voice, "Can't you be a bit more careful?"

Lin Qingyuan was still recovering from the shock, and upon hearing his reprimand, she instinctively got defensive and shot back, "Don't tell me what to do!"

Long Xuan's face darkened. "If you say so!"

Before Lin Qingyuan could comprehend his intentions, his grip on her waist loosened abruptly, and she toppled backward once again.

She widened her eyes and stared at him in disbelief. "Long Xuan, you—" However, she shut her mouth the next moment.

Long Xuan had been waiting for her to cry out for help—he did not expect that she would rather fall.

Seeing that she was about to tumble down the steps, he grabbed her and pulled her to his chest in frustration and alarm.

Lin Qingyuan secretly heaved a sigh of relief. That was close!

Although the steps were not that high, falling down them would still hurt terribly.

Long Xuan pushed her away and descended the steps. Without looking over his shoulder, he said, "Mother wants us to have breakfast with her."

Lin Qingyuan had no choice but to follow him.

Long Xuan marched out of Sunset Court. When he did not hear any movement behind him, he turned, only to find that she was lagging far behind and treading carefully like a crawling ant.

Knitting his brow, he said impatiently, "Can't you walk any faster? If you keep dawdling, we might as well have lunch directly."

Ling Qingyuan pursed her lips and glared at him. Her face was as pale as a sheet, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat.

That scumbag was the reason she was so slow!

What rotten luck she had to be stuck with him for life!

Other women were cared for like treasure after being intimate for the first time; she, on the other hand, was treated like an insignificant weed.

Aggravated by her aching body and Long Xuan's attitude, she yelled, "I'm not going! You can go on your own!" With that, she turned on her heel and started to retrace her steps.

Long Xuan was about to lose his temper with how capricious she was, but when he noticed her awkward gait, he caught himself. A thought struck him, which gave him a vague realization.

Lin Qingyuan was sweating profusely from the pain, and the more she thought about her situation, the more upset she got. Her lip trembled, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

She was about to climb the steps when she heard the sound of hurried footsteps behind her.

Sensing something, she lifted her sleeve to wipe away her tears. Just then, an arm reached over, caught her, and swooped her up into the air.

Her head snapped up, and she stared at the man carrying her in bewilderment. "What're you doing?"

Long Xuan was taken aback when he saw the tears in her red-rimmed eyes. "Why are you crying?"