Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 1198 The emperor is also very unreserved

Thinking of the two being reunited for a long time, there must be a lot to say, Yuan Xin said wittily: "It's getting late today, I'll go back first, and I will come to you another day."

"Okay, I'll give it to you." Lu Liang said, and he wanted to let go of Long Marting's hand, but when she moved, he taught the man to hold his hand tighter.

Yuan Xin saw it and smiled knowingly, "It's just a few steps, don't need to send it." She said, she walked a few steps quickly and led people out of the post house, feeling that Lu Er's husband spoiled her like that, she endured Can't help but give birth to a bit of envy.

In the post house, after Yuan Xin left, the others also retreated wittily.

Without the interruption of outsiders, Long Yang suddenly hugged Lu Liangwei.

Lu Liang exclaimed slightly, his face flushed slightly.

On the ninth day of the month, one of the doors of one of the rooms has been tenderly opened.

Long Yang hugged Lu Liangwei into the house.

On the 9th day of the month, he closed the door of the house for them understandingly, and then retreated to the garden to guard.

As soon as he entered the room, Long Yang pushed Lu Liangwei against the door, hooped her waist with one hand, with deep eyes, looked at her greedily, and couldn't bear to move away for a moment.

Lu Liangwei's complexion turned red when he saw him, his heart bulging, crow feather-like eyelashes trembling lightly.

What is Jinjun sentiment cowardice? She now finally has a deep understanding.

When people were not in front of her, she was thinking about it all the time, and when people were in front of her, she became a little embarrassed.

"What are you looking at?" She turned her head slightly and murmured.

Long Yang saw her shyness in his eyes, and the sentiment rising in her quiet eyes slowly receded, caressing her face pityingly, "Slightly thin."

Lu Liangwei also touched his face, looking at his thin face and figure, his voice suddenly choked up, "The emperor is also thin..."

He was wearing a robe, but she had just held him and found that his thin waist was thinner.

During the period of her disappearance, he must be suffering.

"Weiwei loves me?" Long Yang looked at the tears in her eyes, his heart soft.

"Well, it hurts very much." Lu Liang hugged his neck, his eyes were red, and his voice was soft.

"Weiwei, don't leave me anymore." Thinking of the suffering of this period of time, Long Yang's voice was muted, lowered his head, and kissed her bit by bit.

It was a pitiful kiss, but the moment it met her, it changed.

Listening to the man's heavier breathing, Lu Liang came back to his senses, and instantly turned red and turned against him, reminding, "The emperor, it's still daytime, please pay attention..."

"I don't do anything, just want to check, are you thin?" The man's voice was hoarse, soaked in her eardrums, making her a little unbearable. He grabbed his spoiler's hand, his voice was so sweet, "Don't..."

She was shocked as soon as the voice uttered.

Her face became even hotter, and she couldn't say a word to the man's clear eyes.

But the man just wanted to tease her.

He bowed his head to her ear, "Does Weiwei miss me?"

Lu Liang knew slightly that the thinking he was talking about did not mean pure thinking.

She felt that her hair was about to burn, so she simply buried her face in his moon-cuff and ignored him.

However, Long Yang did not speak any more, and explained the miss for her vividly with actions.

Lu Liangwei discovered for the first time that the emperor was also very unreserved, and before he was on the couch, he directly touched her dress.

In a short while, the dress on her body was already torn apart, and she was obsessed with the ground. She was forced to ring him tightly, lying her head on his shoulder, intertwined with his sweat.

When she couldn't bear it, she gasped, couldn't help but lift her head, and took a sip on his **** apple.

However, her move added fuel to the fire.

The man snorted, a little bit cruel.

On the ninth day of the year, standing in the garden, I can still vaguely hear the sound of the room.

The whimper of a woman, and the panting of a man.

She couldn't help standing further, until she retreated to the outside of the courtyard, she stopped and stood by the door to prevent other people from waiting and ruining their good deeds.

(End of this chapter)