Lu Liang opened his eyes slightly, looked at the wine bottle on the table, thought for a while, and nodded, "Okay."
"Be good." Long Yang leaned over and kissed the corner of her lips, then filled the wine glass again.
Lu Liangwei leaned in his arms, a little dazed, and his head was still a little dizzy. He raised his eyes and saw his rolled Adam's apple, and couldn't help but stretched out his fingertips to touch it.
Long Yang paused slightly while drinking, lowered his head, and saw the woman's confused eyes staring at his throat. His throat rolled, and his eyes became darker.
Lu Liangwei didn't know when she was sitting on his lap, hugged his neck, and buried her head in his.
Long Yang's fingers holding the wine glass suddenly tightened, and he made a dull sound in his throat.
Lu Liang was slightly stimulated, and her slender fingertips lingered on his collarbone.
Long Yang suddenly raised his hand and pulled out the hosta that was used to fix her hair.
Suddenly, a head of long black brocade-like hair flowed down, and the woman's rouged face became even more charming.
But she was completely unaware of everything around her. She was so absorbed in his sexy collarbone that she didn't even notice that her clothes had come loose.
Until the man's alcohol-stained lips touched hers.
She suddenly let out a sob, and the fingers on his clothes suddenly tightened. All sounds were lost as the wine entered her stomach, leaving only a gentle sob.
The next day, when Lu Liangwei woke up, he felt like he didn't know where he was.
Just when he was a little confused, the man's strong arms came around him and his voice was soft and endearing, "Does your head still hurt?"
Lu Liang buried his face in the quilt and shook his head gently, "It doesn't hurt."
"Then why is it so uncomfortable?" Long Yang saw that she kept getting under the quilt, so he simply hugged her over.
Lu Liang buried her face in his arms, her voice soft and a little aggrieved, "My legs hurt..."
Long Yang thought about what happened last night and felt guilty, "Well, I'll give you a massage." After that, he let her lie down by herself, while he sat up, held her slender legs with his big hands, and gently massaged her Massage.
Lu Liangwei glanced at him secretly and saw that he felt distressed. The corners of his mouth curled up, but he deliberately made a sound.
Long Yang felt his blood surge and he was sweating all over, but he was concerned about the pain in her legs and could only restrain himself.
Lu Liangwei took advantage of this and became more and more reckless.
Humph, let him trick her into drinking, and finally...
Thinking of last night... her face was also very hot.
The emperor really has no scruples anymore, but his physical strength is still so good.
She couldn't bear it if this went on for a long time.
She had to make him restrain himself from going too far.
Long Yang didn't know what she was thinking, so he suppressed his thoughts while massaging her without complaint.
When it was almost done, Lu Liangwei realized it and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore. There's no need to press it anymore."
Long Yang then stopped his hand, helped her up, and got up to get her some clothes.
"By the way, are you okay today?" Lu Liangwei asked while putting on her dress.
Usually when she woke up, he was usually not there, but she didn't expect that he was still there so late today.
"No." Long Yang responded, leaning over to help her put on her shoes and socks.
Lu Liang thought for a while and said with some excitement, "Since you're okay, let's go out for a walk later."
Long Yang glanced at her, "Your legs don't hurt anymore?"
Lu Liang felt a little guilty, but said on his face, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
(End of chapter)