Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart

Chapter 727: What A Relief That The Emperor Was Shy

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Lu Liangwei blinked mischievously. “Then was it also an act of romance when Butler Zhao bathed you?”

The smile froze on Long Yang’s face, and he rapped her on the forehead with his knuckle. “What nonsense are you saying? I’ve always bathed on my own.”

Lu Liangwei looked at him with a smile. “We should support ourselves by our own labor. For that reason, you should bathe yourself tonight, Your Majesty.”

After a pause, Long Yang nodded and put her down. “You’re right. You should save your energy too, anyway.”

Lu Liangwei stiffened.

Long Yang untied his belt, slipped off his robe, then handed it to her. “Will the Empress please help me hang this up?”

Taking his robe, Lu Liangwei started walking to the bedroom when a thought came to her. Gritting her teeth, she walked back to him and looked up to meet his eye. “Just this once!”

“Fine by me.” A pleased look flickered across Long Yang’s eyes.

“Also, I want to rest tonight,” Lu Liangwei quickly added.

The corners of Long Yang’s mouth curved up. “Very well.”

Lu Liangwei could not help feeling that there was some kind of hidden intention within that smile.

“An emperor does not jest. You’d better keep your promise, Your Majesty,” Lu Liangwei said uneasily.

“That’s a given.” Long Yang nodded without hesitation and opened his arms, motioning for her to come over and undress him.

After setting down his robe, Lu Liangwei stepped forward and undressed him.

When she reached his pants, she became a little hesitant.

She lifted her gaze to look at the man, and to her surprise, he seemed a little awkward as well; there was even a suspicious blush on his handsome face. Could the Emperor be feeling shy?

She let out a soft breath at the thought.

What a relief that the Emperor was shy.

A smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she reached for the waistband of his pants.

However, she had barely touched his waist when he turned around and cleared his throat. “I can do that myself.”

Lu Liangwei was stunned to find her hands suddenly grasping at air. Looking at the man who had turned his back to her, she cocked an eyebrow and said cheerfully, “All right then.”

The servants had already prepared hot water in the bathroom.

She walked to the bathtub and tested the temperature. There was the sound of clothes rustling behind her, and realizing that he was taking off his pants, she did not dare to turn her head.

From the corner of her eye, she saw the man making his way over on his long, bare legs.

Her face flushed.

Although she had already seen them before, she still could not get used to the sight.

She would always blush and get nervous every time she accidentally caught sight of his body.

Bowing her head, she waited until he had lowered himself into the bathtub before grabbing a towel and rubbing his back mindlessly.

Suddenly, he seized her hand.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

Long Yang turned his head sideways and glanced at her, a smile of resignation on his face. “You can use more force, Weiwei.”

Lu Liangwei was puzzled. Was she not scrubbing hard enough?

“Well, since you asked for it, don’t blame me if I rub too hard and break your skin.”

“I won’t.” Long Yang looked at her dotingly.

Sizing up his sturdy back, Lu Liangwei paused for a second before putting more strength into her hands.

Long Yang leaned against the edge of the bathtub, his lips curved into a smile, and closed his eyes contentedly.

To him, Weiwei’s strength was still below average.

Her soft and smooth hands glided across his body, which kindled a fire inside him. However, remembering his promise to her just now, he could only secretly recite the Icy Heart Incantation in his mind.

When Lu Liangwei had finally finished bathing Long Yang, she was already on the brink of collapsing.

Bathing him was much more tiring than going into the mountains and collecting herbs.

Thank goodness she had made it clear earlier that she would only do it just this once, or else she would pass out if she had to bathe him every day.

How exhausting!

After tying the straps on his inner garment, Long Yang turned around. Seeing the girl sitting there listlessly, he stepped forward and scooped her into his arms.. “Now it’s my turn to bathe you.”