Although Lu Liangwei's birthday was not a big event, it was packed with relatives and friends. Everyone was relaxed and lively, but they were happier than anything else.
After the banquet, after everyone left the palace, Lu Liangwei sat in the bedroom and soaked her feet. She was very happy to have dinner with her family and friends today, but she couldn't help but feel a little melancholy when she thought of her brother who was far away in the border area.
Although the brother and sister often exchange letters, and Lu Tingchen often asks people to bring some special delicacies from the border to Lu Liangwei when he is at the border, but today she saw that everyone she missed was there, but her brother was not with her, and she felt unbearable. I couldn't help but feel a little down.
Long Yang walked in and saw her sitting there with a dull look on her face. Compared with how happy she was just now, the melancholy on her face now seemed abnormal.
However, he didn't say anything. He rolled up his sleeves, squatted down, held her delicate white feet in his hands, and rubbed them gently.
Seeing the man squatting at his feet, Lu Liangwei was in a daze for a moment.
When she came to her senses, she struggled slightly and tried to retract her feet, but the man held her tighter.
Lu Liang bit his lip slightly and reminded, "This is against the rules."
Long Yang looked up at her, with a faint smile in his dark eyes, "What rules do I need to follow when I wash my wife's feet?" His tone was natural and unforced.
Lu Liang choked slightly, blinked his eyelashes slightly, and then said after a long while: "But you are the emperor..."
"But first of all, I am your husband." Long Yang's tone was gentle, yet domineering.
Lu Liang curled up the corner of his mouth slightly, feeling sweet in his heart. He swallowed his words that he wanted to refuse.
She felt happy to be so loved by a man.
This kind of happiness dispelled the unhappiness in her heart.
Facing the man's gentle and doting eyes, she felt that she might drown in them.
Fortunately, Long Yang quickly lowered his head and continued to rub her feet.
He washed it carefully and held her feet in his hands, unable to put them down.
Even if he washes her feet every day, he still enjoys it.
At this moment, he was no longer a lofty emperor capable of life and death, but just an ordinary man, Lu Liangwei's husband.
The man's facial features were already handsome, and he had a few glasses of wine with her parents at the banquet tonight. Although he was not drunk, the ends of his eyes were crimson, and under the light, he actually had a thrilling and coquettish beauty. Even the usually slightly cold and majestic contours seem to have been softened, gentle and intoxicating.
Seeing the emperor like this, who was different from his usual appearance, Lu Liangwei couldn't help it. He suddenly came over, held his face, and kissed him on the forehead.
A moist and soft touch spread from her forehead. Long Yang paused for a moment, then wiped her feet with a cloth as if nothing had happened.
After cleaning up, Long Yang went to the clean room.
When he came back, Lu Liangwei was already sleepy, yawning and getting under the quilt.
Long Yang smiled, stepped forward in his middle coat, and held her in his arms, including the quilt.
The thin smell of alcohol penetrated into his nose, making the drowsy Lu Liang wake up a little.
"slight."
"Um?"
"Do you miss your brother?"
Lu Liang paused for a moment, then opened his sleepy eyes and looked at him, "How do you know?"
Long Yang did not answer, but smiled fondly, lowered his head, and kissed her on the forehead, then on the nose, and finally on her bright red and moist lips.
He paused and suddenly kissed her.
I don't know what stimulated him, but he was different from his usual gentleness and was extremely aggressive.
Lu Liangwei opened his mouth uncontrollably.
(End of chapter)