Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart

“Have you stared enough?” The man’s husky, clear voice rang out.

Lu Liangwei’s heart skipped a beat.

Before she could react, she felt herself being pulled into a whirl and she let out a small scream. By the time she realized what had happened, she found herself lying on the bed underneath the man.

She suddenly felt nervous when she met the man’s deep eyes. Her hands pushed adamantly against his chest, as if this was the safest thing for her to do.

“When…When did Your Majesty return?”

“What?” Long Yang frowned.

Lu Liangwei paused, and changed the way she addressed him. “When did you return?”

Long Yang’s frown disappeared. “This morning.”

Lu Liangwei was taken aback. “This morning?”

“Yup,” Long Yang replied distractedly as his gaze fell upon her bright, luscious, red lips.

Lu Liangwei’s attention was focused on him. She noticed the fatigue beneath his eyes and something inside her stirred. “You didn’t rush back through the night, did you?”

Long Yang replied ‘yes’ with indifference. He did not think it necessary to tell her that two horses had died during his journey because he wanted to make it back as quickly as possible.

“You sound shocked. Are you not happy to see me back?” His slender fingers brushed across her soft, tender skin as he teased her.

Lu Liangwei trembled a little as his slightly coarse fingertips ran across her skin.

She turned her head away, trying to distance herself from the movement. She stuttered, “N…No.”

“Is that true?” Long Yang cupped her head, which was moving agitatedly, and stared deeply at her as he asked huskily.

“Yes, it is,” Lu Liangwei’s eyelashes fluttered slightly. She did not dare look into his eyes. She gave him a push with her hands that were still against his chest.

She changed the topic. “Are you hungry?”

“I’m ravished,” Long Yang stared at her. His voice was ominously husky.

When Lu Liangwei heard him, she quickly said, “Then you should get off of me quickly. I’ll make a bowl of noodles for you.”

Long Yang showed no intention of getting up. Instead, he grabbed her hands, which were still pushing against him, and forced them down against the bed. He said in a low voice, “I’m not in a hurry.”

His head suddenly lowered as he said this, inching closer toward her.

Lu Liangwei’s eyelashes fluttered rapidly. Her petite face was painted with a blush of red. Her palms sweated out of nervousness.

Long Yang could tell that she was on edge, and the burning desire within him cooled down quite a bit.

However, the person he had been thinking about day and night was now right in front of his eyes. He had no intention of holding back.

His fingers lifted her chin and he lowered his head.

Around fifteen minutes had passed before Lu Liangwei left the room breathing heavily. A red blush was still clearly visible on her face.

It was lucky Zhu Yu and Chu Jiu were not around right now. Otherwise, she would have died of embarrassment.

Long Yang had gone a little too far this time…

She cleared her head of risqué thoughts and quickly entered her little kitchen.

Fortunately for her, the little kitchen was usually stocked with some ingredients. It was sufficient for her to make a bowl of noodles.

She soaked some dried shrimp and mushrooms in separate bowls and cut up a small piece of lean meat into chunks. Next, she washed up some vegetables for later use.

When Long Yang came looking for her, he saw his little Empress busying herself in the kitchen.

He had tasted the longevity noodles she made during his birthday banquet and was aware that she knew her way around the kitchen, but he never had the opportunity to witness her cooking first-hand.

He still felt slightly astonished when he saw her standing in front of the stove and working adeptly.

She claimed she had just begun picking up medical skills, but what about her cooking?

It was difficult to imagine that a daughter of the principal wife who had never done any labor work in her life, and was brought up to enjoy wealth and live comfortably, could do something like this.

He wondered about this.

Lu Liangwei placed the noodles in a bowl after she was done cooking, and took a pair of chopsticks with her. She planned to bring the bowl back to the room, but the moment she turned around, she found herself looking into the man’s deep eyes.

She gave a start. “What are you doing here?”

Her first reaction was to look outside to make sure that no one was there before she was able to relax slightly.