Lu Liangwei was stunned for a moment, then quickly nodded. “Yes.”
Long Yang was taken aback but felt pleased the next instant.
At least she was not against the idea.
After putting the plates away, Lu Liangwei turned to look at him and said seriously, “How many people are included in that home you mentioned?”
Long Yang did not expect that she would ask such a question and was caught off guard, but he replied without hesitation, “Just the two of us.” He paused, then added, “If you don’t mind, there might be our children too in the future.”
Lu Liangwei’s heart warmed at the first half of his reply, but when she heard the other half, her face flushed at once. “We’re not married yet. Aren’t you thinking too far ahead?”
The agitation in Long Yang’s body had already ceased. He stood up and wrapped her in his arms, saying in a low voice, “Weiwei, I’m not that young anymore.”
Lu Liangwei tensed up for a while, then slowly relaxed and nodded. “Yes, you’re indeed not that young anymore.”
Long Yang stiffened and stared at the girl in his arms, his eyes narrowing. “You think I’m old?”
Lu Liangwei raised her head and glanced at him. Seeing his grim face, she felt a strong wave of survival instincts and shook her head determinedly. “Not at all. You’re just perfect, Your Majesty. Mature, steady, and practical.”
Long Yang’s arms tightened around her and held her close, the corners of his mouth lifting. “What a sweet mouth you have, young lady.”
Lu Liangwei heaved a sigh of relief but secretly complained to herself, ‘He’s the one who said that he’s not young anymore, but he won’t let other people say it. What a difficult person to please.’
Looking at the meek and quiet girl in his arms, Long Yang thought of something and asked, “What were you laughing about when I arrived just now?”
Lu Liangwei shook her head. “Nothing.”
Long Yang raised an eyebrow. “Could I have been hearing voices just now?”
Lu Liangwei blinked and said seriously, “Then what did you hear just now, Your Majesty?”
Long Yang stared at her long and hard, then suddenly gave her a gentle knock on her forehead with his knuckles.
Lu Liangwei covered her forehead reflexively and glared at him with her beautiful eyes, not daring to voice her indignance.
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However, Long Yang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly pulled her hand down and stared at her forehead, saying, “Why do I feel that you’ve gotten tanned?”
Lu Liangwei laughed. “You only realized now?”
Long Yang effortlessly lifted her onto his lap and examined her face at close range.
Lu Liangwei, “…”
Was he addicted to holding her? Regardless, she did not dare to move a muscle.
“What have you been doing during my absence?”
Lu Liangwei picked at the silk thread on his placket with her finger and said mischievously, “How about you guess, Your Majesty?”
Long Yang stared at her, then suddenly pushed her onto the table, leaned down, and kissed her.
Lu Liangwei struggled but to no avail. Instead, it made him deepen the kiss, and she instantly felt both embarrassed and annoyed.
She had just eaten and had not rinsed her mouth yet. Did he really not mind?
If that was the case, she would definitely eat garlic next time and stink the life out of him!
Lu Liangwei thought these vicious thoughts to herself. The next moment, she jumped as she felt a coolness on her shoulder, and only then did she recover her senses and hurriedly pull up her clothes which had begun to slide down.
Long Yang gazed at her with his bottomless eyes, feeling a sliver of regret in his heart.
He had only caught a glimpse of her dazzlingly fair and delicate skin, and in the next instant, it was gone.
His fingers clutched her waist but in the end did not move them upward.
He helped her smooth out her disheveled clothes and said in a low, raspy voice, “Are you hiding something from me?”
Lu Liangwei was still embarrassed about what had happened just now, and hearing this, she looked at him in confusion. “Why do you say that?”
“I know all about what you asked Chu Jiu to investigate,” Long Yang said lightly. “Are you sure you don’t need my help?”
Lu Liangwei was startled. “Did Chu Jiu tell you that?”
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