Although Lu Liangwei's birthday was not a big event, all the people gathered together were relatives and friends, everyone was unrestrained, and it was lively and lively, but they were happier than anything else.

After the banquet, after everyone left the palace, Lu Liangwei sat in the dormitory and soaked her feet, she was very happy to eat with her family and friends today, but when she thought of her brother who was far away at the border, she couldn't help but feel a little melancholy.

Although the brother and sister often exchange letters, and Lu Tingchen is at the border gate, he often asks people to bring some special delicacies from the border pass back to Lu Liangwei, but today she saw that the people she was thinking about were there, but her brother was not around, and she couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

When Long Ying walked in, he saw her sitting there with a dull face, compared to the happiness just now, at this moment, the melancholy on her face looked very abnormal.

However, he didn't say anything, rolled up his sleeves, squatted down, held her white and small feet in his palms, and rubbed them gently.

Seeing the man squatting at his feet, Lu Liangwei was in a trance for a while.

When she came to her senses, she struggled lightly, trying to retract her feet, but the man held them tighter.

Lu Liang bit his lip slightly and reminded, "This is not in accordance with the rules." ”

Long Ying looked up at her, with a shallow smile in his dark eyes, "What rules do I need to meet when I wash my wife's feet?" The tone is natural, not far-fetched.

Lu Liang choked slightly, blinked lightly, and after a while, he said, "But you are the emperor......"

"But first, I'm your husband." The dragon martingale spoke softly, but it was not overbearing.

The corners of Lu Liangwei's mouth hooked, his heart was sweet, and he swallowed back if he was about to refuse.

She feels blessed to be so pampered 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 be drowning in them.

Fortunately, Long Martingale quickly lowered her head and continued to rub her feet.

He washed very carefully, held her jade feet in the palm of his hand, and couldn't put it down.

Even if he washed her feet every day, he was willing to do it.

At this moment, he is no longer an emperor who is high up and can kill and take away, but just an ordinary man, Lu Liangwei's husband.

The man's facial features are already handsome, and he drank a few glasses of wine with her father and mother at the banquet tonight, although he was not drunk, but the tail of his eyes was crimson, and under the light, there was a thrilling and bewitching beauty, and even the usually slightly cold and majestic outline lines seemed to have been softened, gentle and intoxicating.

Looking at this, different from the emperor who usually looked, Lu Liangwei couldn't help it, and suddenly leaned over, held his face, and kissed him on the forehead.

The moist and soft touch spread from her forehead, and the dragon martingale paused, and then wiped her feet with a cloth towel as if nothing happened.

After cleaning up, the dragon martingale went to the clean room.

When he came back, Lu Liangwei was already sleepy, yawning, and burrowing into the quilt.

Long Ying smiled, stepped forward in his middle coat, and hugged her with the quilt in his arms.

The thin smell of wine penetrated into his nose, making the drowsy Lu Liang slightly sober.

"Weiwei."

"Huh?"

"Do you miss your brother?"

Lu Liang paused slightly, opened his sleepy eyes and looked at him, "How do you know?" ”

Instead of answering, the dragon smiled indulgently, lowered his head, and kissed her on the forehead, then on the nose, and finally on her red, watery lips.

He paused, and suddenly kissed her.

I don't know what stimulated him, but it was different from the gentleness of the past, and he was extremely aggressive.

Lu Liangwei opened his mouth uncontrollably.