Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 260 The strange tingling feeling

"Yeah." Lu Liang responded slightly, raising his eyes to look at him.

Xu Shicai's relationship with the next court, his hair is tied on the top of his head with a golden crown, and the whole person looks more cold and majestic.

However, when his dark eyes looked over, there were emotions that people could not understand.

Lu Liang was slightly inexplicably palpitated.

"Is it tired?" Long Marting naturally stretched out his hand to hold her little hand, and gently rubbed her delicate fingers with her thinly callused finger pads.

The strange tingling sensation made Lu Liang a little uncomfortable.

His expression couldn't be more serious, but his actions were ambiguous that made his blushing heartbeat.

She glanced at him and pulled her hand back. Seeing his eyes narrowed, she had no choice but to stretch out her hand and explain, "I just pulled the herb and it got soiled."

The implication was that she pulled her hand back because she was worried about getting his hand dirty, and she definitely didn't refuse him to hold her hand.

Long Yang's gaze fell on her little white hand, seeing that it was really stained with dirt, he paused, and his black eyes looked at her, "Well, then I will take you to wash your hands." As he said, he held it up again without any argument. She took her hand and walked towards the stream.

Looking at the suddenly overbearing man, Lu Liangwei did not dare to say no more.

When he walked to the creek, he held her shoulders and squatted down together, then grabbed her hand, put it in the creek, and gently rubbed her fingers with his slender fingers.

The stream was very cool, but Lu Liangwei's face flushed suddenly.

She moved her fingers, trying to free him, but taught him to hold it tighter.

"Don't move, it will be fine in a while." Long Yang said warmly, his tone a bit like coaxing a child.

Lu Liang lowered his head slightly and said nothing.

Long Marting looked at the little hands he put into the stream. The knuckles were symmetrical and slender, like a green onion tube, soft and beautiful.

The corner of his mouth was hooked, and his long fingers stroked the back of her hand. When she looked over, he pulled her hand out of the water, then took out the handkerchief and carefully dried her hand.

A strange and complicated feeling arose in Lu Liangwei's heart.

His movements are so careful, with a taste of cherishment, just like her hand, what a baby.

She pursed her lower lip and tilted her head to look at him.

At this time, he lowered his head, thick and long eyelashes hanging down, gently covering the eyelids, his expression was focused and meticulous, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and the sharp taste was missing, and he felt a bit gentle.

Seeing such dragon martingale, Lu Liangwei suddenly felt a little anxious.

He is the emperor, majestic and noble, palms of the world, life and death, but now put down his body, doing such a small thing as wiping hands for her.

Lu Liang's eyes drooped slightly, and he couldn't help thinking, is he so gentle and thoughtful to other women on weekdays?

Thinking of the women in his harem, she frowned and withdrew her hand.

"Xie Huang," she said lightly.

Long Yang's hand was empty, and seeing her drooping eyebrows and a serious expression on her small face, she felt a little funny.

He reached out and lifted her chin, his deep and unpredictable eyes seemed to look into her heart.

"You will be my queen soon, you should be taken care of."

As he said, he moved his fingers and touched the top of her head.

Lu Liang brushed away his hand slightly, and said softly, "But it's not yet." So, even if you are the emperor, you should not go beyond the rules.

Lu Liangwei admitted that what he said was euphemistic, but revealed what he meant.

But after Long Marting heard this, not only was he not angry, but a smile fluttered at the corner of his mouth, dispelling the majesty and coldness on his face.

(End of this chapter)