Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart

Lu Liangwei’s breath hitched a little, and she flushed when she felt his warm breath on her face. Coming back to her senses, she pushed his hand away roughly. “Your Majesty, don’t pinch my chin.”

Then, she rubbed her chin with the back of her hand as if she could wipe away Long Yang’s lingering scent with that.

Long Yang burst out laughing. “I thought you would say that we should be formal with each other since you’re not married to me yet.” Lu Liangwei telling him not to pinch her chin was not what he expected her to say.

How could this girl be so cute?!

As Long Yang was laughing, he suddenly felt a soft touch on his chin. By the time he collected himself, the soft sensation had already disappeared.

Lu Liangwei batted her eyelashes at him. “See, you also don’t like it when I pinch your chin.” The Emperor had great skin, though. It felt smooth and soft to the touch.

Caressing her fingertips against each other, she felt her heart beat faster.

Long Yang was stunned. Did he just get teased by a little girl?

He cast her a deep gaze. “The only person in this world who’d dare to do this is you, Lu Liangwei.”

Lu Liangwei said indignantly, “You touched me first.”

Zhao Qian, who had been walking alongside the carriage, stumbled and almost fell.

Touch?

Was that what he thought it was?

Did Master touch Second Miss Lu?

He did not expect his master to act so unreservedly and go “hands-on” so soon!

Zhao Qian stared at the carriage, fervently wishing to drill a hole in it with his eyes so that he could peep through the hole and see how unreserved his master was behaving.

Inside the carriage, Long Yang raised an eyebrow when he heard Lu Liangwei’s words, and his eyes darkened.

However, when he saw the girl’s pure and innocent eyes, he laughed privately at himself for overthinking.

This girl was so innocent and harmless. Why would she tease him on purpose?

Suppressing the alluring thoughts in his heart, he lifted a hand and stroked her hair. “Yes, it’s my fault.”

Seeing him admit fault so easily, Lu Liangwei could not help turning and glancing at him.

He turned his head at the same time, and the two met each other’s eyes without warning, making Lu Liangwei’s heart skip a beat. Coming back to her senses, she quickly shifted her gaze and pressed her fingers over her heart, feeling it beat rapidly.

After calming down marginally, she frowned. What was the matter with her?

Had she fallen for him just because he brought her supper last night?

Although, he was really gentle under the night sky yesterday…

She pursed her lips, a trace of confusion appearing in her eyes.

So, was her abnormal behavior because of the food or the gentleness he had shown at that moment?

Seeing her turn away, Long Yang suddenly felt a little downcast.

The problem from yesterday surfaced once more, troubling him.

Thinking of the age difference between them, Long Yang furrowed his brow.

At this moment, he felt a tug on his sleeve. Breaking out of his trance, he looked over and saw Lu Liangwei’s fair, dainty hand holding onto his sleeve.

The cloudy mist in his eyes dissipated, and he took the opportunity to hold her hand in his. “What’s the matter?”

Lu Liangwei tilted her head and looked at him. “Your thoughts seemed to be wandering just now, Your Majesty. Is there a problem?”

Long Yang shook his head. “I’m fine; don’t think too much.”

“Oh.” Lu Liangwei nodded and was about to withdraw her hand, but her fingers had barely moved before they were gripped even tighter. She looked at Long Yang, blushing slightly. “Your Majesty?”

Long Yang toyed with her slender fingers, asking suddenly, “Are you unhappy?”

“What?” Lu Liangwei was puzzled.

“The Virtuous Consort invited you to the palace of her own accord. That wasn’t what I wanted,” Long Yang explained.