Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart Chapter 1555: Is he not tired?
Lu Liang was slightly taken aback.
The two have been husband and wife for more than ten years, and they are most aware of the subtle changes in him.
She pursed her lips, said nothing, quickly climbed up the pool, walked around behind the screen, and put on her dress.
If it was later, she was afraid that she would not be able to climb up.
Isn't he tired of doing it for a few days?
Middle-aged men are too scary!
Seeing that she didn't say hello, Long Yang went up to the pool, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and after he came to his senses, he couldn't help but smiled wryly, "Wei Wei, am I a scourge?"
Lu Liangwei had already put on her dress, and while she was wearing a belt, she stepped out, glanced at him, and said honestly: "Your Majesty, don't be humble, you are much more terrifying than a scourge."
Long Yang froze and waved to her, "Come here."
"I won't delay you from soaking in the hot springs, you go to the hot springs slowly, I'll go out first." Lu Liangwei went there when he was tired of work. After finishing speaking, he twisted his waist and went out.
Long Yang looked at her graceful and graceful appearance, and felt that the energy and blood in his body were constantly surging, and if he took another look, he felt that he might explode and die.
He hastily withdrew his gaze and mobilized the Bing Xin Jue, only then could he manage to suppress the restlessness surging in his heart.
I thought to myself: This woman is really a goblin.
Mingming is not too young, but he seems to be more and more charming, and he can always tease him so easily that he can't help himself.
The idea of soaking in hot springs suddenly felt a bit self-defeating.
I'm afraid the two years of self-cultivation will be in vain.
When Long Yang was ready to go out, Lu Liangwei was sitting on the swing in the courtyard.
The black hair is like a cloud, scattered on the shoulders and back, and there are some fine water droplets on it, which reflect a lustrous luster under the sunlight.
She was wearing a long white loose dress with a beautiful long skirt, and she looked like a fairy who had fallen into the mortal world, fresh and refined, and unconventional.
When she sensed that he was coming out, she turned her head to look at him, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and urged unceremoniously, "The emperor, come quickly and give me a push."
Long Yang's deep and unfathomable eyes flashed a smile, gave her a doting look, and strolled over.
Holding the rope of the swing, he leaned over and kissed her forehead, then lifted her chin with one hand, and gave her a long and deep kiss.
Lu Liangwei's cheeks were flushed, panting, he stretched out his hand to push him, and said coquettishly: "You should restrain yourself, there are still servants."
Long Yang didn't care much, "It's fine if they are flowers and plants."
Zhao Qian: "..."
Servants of the palace: "..."
The corner of Lu Liangwei's mouth twitched, she was not as high as him, she could treat living people as flowers and plants.
Long Yang picked up her wet hair, frowned and said, "Why don't you know how to dry it first?"
"The sun is shining today, just let the sun dry." Lu Liangwei said indifferently.
"Although the sun is shining today, the temperature is still very low, so be careful to catch a cold." Long Yang reprimanded her in disapproval, and ordered the servants at the side to fetch the cloth towels.
"Don't worry about my hair, just push it for me." Lu Liangwei urged him while grabbing his hand.
"Wipe her hair first." Unmoved, Long Yang took a cloth patch and carefully wiped her wet hair.
"I'm not a child, I can wipe it myself." Lu Liangwei reached out to grab the cloth towel.
She is considered middle-aged now, and she is always treated like a child by Long Yang, which is sometimes embarrassing.
Long Yang took a deep look at her, "In my eyes, Wei Wei has never grown up, she is still the girl she was back then."
Lu Liangwei: "..."
Why is her face so hot?
What's the matter with being ashamed?