Long Ying leaned over for a moment, looked at her actions, reacted, couldn't help laughing, and laughed lowly, "Hehe." ”

His voice was very low and mellow, and his laughter was very magnetic, and it penetrated into people's ears, as if it were about to crawl into people's hearts, crisp and numb.

Lu Liang looked at him in a daze, and after a long moment, he came back to his senses, and said with some shame: "What are you laughing at?" ”

Long Ying pulled down her little hand covering her mouth, with calloused fingers, on her soft little face, gently pinched it, the corners of her mouth curled, and said happily: "Lu Liangwei, how can you be so cute?" ”

“……”

Lu Liang looked at him slightly in confusion.

What did she do?

The dragon martingale looked at her with a smile, "Originally, I didn't want to kiss you...... slender fingers put on her shoulders, pulled up the slippery cloak, and draped it over her shoulders again.

Lu Liang breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, held the chopsticks, and re-clamped a roasted wheat, just about to take a bite, when she suddenly realized the meaning of his words, her beautiful eyes widened slightly, and when she wanted to cover her mouth, it was too late.

The man's crisp and pleasant breath had poured into her cavity, disturbing her breathing.

"Smack!"

As soon as she let go of her fingers, the roasted wheat fell on the table.

Reacting to this, her face flushed and she struggled slightly.

Fortunately, the dragon martingale didn't kiss for too long, and when he saw her struggling, he let go of her.

Lu Liangwei felt that her body was crispy and numb, as if it was not hers, her legs were also a little weak, her fingers curled up, and she couldn't help but look at Long Martingale accusatory, "Your Majesty, how can you be like that......" She didn't rinse her mouth.

The girl's voice was delicate and soft, and if it was obviously an accusation, she seemed to be coquettish, like a cat's claw, and instantly scratched the bottom of the man's heart.

The hand of the dragon martingale on the back of her chair, the green tendons loomed, and the deep eyes became darker and darker, with forbearance and restraint.

Looking at the delicate and lovely girl in the chair, the self-control he had always been proud of almost collapsed.

He quietly took a step back, picked up the osmanthus tea on the table, and drank it all.

Lu Liang glanced at him suspiciously and reminded, "The tea has been cold." As he spoke, he picked up the teapot and poured him a new cup of hot food.

The dragon martingale pressed her hand, and her voice was hoarse, "No, it's just cold." You eat quickly, the food will not taste good when it is cold. ”

"Oh." Lu Liang withdrew his hand slightly, glanced at him, and felt that something was wrong with him.

The corners of Long Ying's mouth hooked up a smile, and he looked at her with a deep gaze, "Roasted wheat tastes good." With that, he turned and went out.

Lu Liang nodded slightly, she also thought that this roasted wheat tasted good.

She took a bite and paused suddenly.

No, the emperor didn't eat siu mai, why did he suddenly ......

Thinking of the kiss just now, the flush on her face that had just faded swept again.

He, he......

After finishing eating, Lu Liang slightly gathered the cloak on his body and walked out of the house.

Sure enough, I saw the dragon martingale standing in the courtyard.

He stood with his back to her, as if admiring the moon.

Lu Liangwei looked up at the night sky, the moonlight was bright and beautiful, and tonight was indeed very suitable for moon viewing.

She walked down the steps.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Long Marting's eyes moved slightly and turned around.

"How did you get out?"

Lu Liangwei took a few steps closer, glanced at him, and saw that his smooth forehead was covered with a thin layer of fine sweat, she hurriedly handed over the handkerchief she was holding in her hand, "You are sweating, wipe it for you." ”

But he couldn't help muttering in his heart, although it was the end of May now, it wasn't so hot, how could he stand in the yard and still sweat hot? </div>