Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart

The height difference between them was huge, and Lu Liangwei was forced to lift her head to receive his kiss.

She felt that the strong arms wrapped around her waist were going to snap her in half.

She shook her head in discomfort, but the movement only intensified his voraciousness.

Lu Liangwei snapped back to her senses, instantly regretting what she had said just now. Her words had obviously triggered Long Yang terribly.

Only when she felt herself running out of breath did he finally release her.

His rough thumb caressed her slightly swollen lips.

“We are not suited to be father and daughter with such a relationship. Remember this, and don’t you ever mention it again.” Long Yang’s voice was husky and menacing, and it carried an undertone of warning.

Lu Liangwei’s body felt a little weak, and she vented silently, ‘Dictator!’

Despite her indignance, she could only lower her head in submission to his authority and reply half-heartedly, “Oh.”

Long Yang gazed at the top of her head and paused for a moment. He knew that she was dissatisfied, but he had plenty of time in the future to tame her.

“Good girl. Come, I’ll take you to the imperial holiday home to fish.” He took her hand once again.

At the imperial holiday home, Lu Liangwei sat at one side as she snacked on sunflower seeds and watched Long Yang fish.

Even though Long Yang was just sitting there motionless, his presence was unignorable, and although he had deliberately suppressed his aura, he was still very intimidating.

After dinner, Lu Liangwei rubbed her stomach and said to Long Yang, “Your Majesty, I’m full.”

Long Yang glanced at her. “So?”

“I want to go out for a walk to help with digestion.” Lu Liangwei smiled innocently.

Long Yang stood up and extended a slender hand to her. “Sure, let’s go. I’ll accompany you.”

As she stared at the palm in front of her, she could not deny that it looked nice, but at this moment, she had an urge to jump forward and pierced a bloody hole through it.

Despite her violent thoughts, she reached out obediently and took his hand, saying with a grin, “Thank you, Your Majesty!”

Long Yang squeezed her dainty hand and looked at her affectionately.

After leaving the house, Long Yang wanted to bring her for a walk around the courtyard, but Lu Liangwei pulled his hand and started walking toward the gates.

Long Yang frowned and reminded her, “The imperial holiday home is not like the palace. It’s dark outside.”

Lu Liangwei glanced at him, deliberately misinterpreting his words, “Is Your Majesty afraid of the dark?”

Long Yang paused for a while, then shook his head.

“Since you’re not afraid, let’s take a walk outside.” Lu Liangwei smiled and pointed at the night sky. “The moon looks beautiful tonight. Look, the sky is full of stars. Doesn’t it look romantic?”

Long Yang looked up and was taken aback by the beauty of the moonlit night sky. He then took a lantern from a servant and led her by the hand out of the gates.

Long Yang noticed that they were going farther and farther, but he did not say anything. He turned to look at the girl beside him, a smile forming at the corners of his mouth.

He then fixed his gaze on their shadows on the ground, his deep and unfathomable eyes full of delight.

Under the moonlight, their shadows—one big and one small—overlapped on the ground as if they were closely nestled together.

After walking for a long time, Lu Liangwei finally came to a halt.

As Long Yang looked at the villa in front of him, his eyes glinted.

Lu Liangwei released his hand and stepped forward to knock on the door.

This was none other than the Lu family’s holiday home.

The imperial holiday home was not far from here, and Lu Liangwei had used the excuse of taking a walk for digestion to bring Long Yang over.

While knocking, she turned to glance at Long Yang. Seeing that he did not look in the least bit surprised, she pursed her lips and continued knocking.

Before long, the door opened and a person came out. It was Housekeeper Chen.

When he saw Lu Liangwei, his pupils shrank. An expression of shock appeared on his face, and he stammered, “Second, Second Miss Lu?”