Lu Liang was slightly stunned.

The two have been married for more than ten years, and they are most clear about the subtle changes in him.

She pursed her lips, said nothing, and quickly climbed up to the pool, went around behind the screen, and put on her dress.

If it was too late, she was afraid that she would not be able to climb up.

After a few days, isn't he tired?

Middle-aged men are terrible!

Seeing that she didn't say a word, Long Ying went to the pool, and couldn't help but be stunned, and when he reacted, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Weiwei, am I a flood beast?" ”

Lu Liangwei had already put on her dress, and while wearing her belt, she walked out, glanced at him, and said truthfully: "Don't be modest, Your Majesty, you are much more terrifying than the flood beast." ”

The dragon martingale froze for a moment and beckoned to her, "Come here." ”

"I won't delay you in the hot springs, you take your time, I'll go out first." Lu Liang is slightly tired of it, so he will pass. After saying that, he twisted his waist and went out.

Long Ying looked at her graceful appearance, only to feel that the qi and blood in her body were constantly surging, and after taking a second look, she felt that she was likely to explode and die.

He hurriedly retracted his gaze and mobilized the Ice Heart Technique, so that he could suppress the restlessness surging in his heart.

I secretly said in my heart: This woman is really a goblin.

Next year is not young, but it seems to be getting more and more charming, and he can always easily provoke him to be difficult to control.

The proposal to soak in the hot springs suddenly became a bit self-indulgent.

I am afraid that these two years of self-cultivation will be in vain.

When the dragon martingale was soaked out, Lu Liangwei was sitting on the swing in the courtyard.

The black hair is like a cloud, scattered on the shoulders and back, and there are some fine water droplets on it, which reflect a smooth luster under the sunlight.

She wore a long white loose skirt, the long skirt was beautiful, and the whole person was like a fairy who had fallen into the mortal world, fresh and refined, and incomprehensible.

Sensing that he was coming out, she glanced back at him, a smile on the corner of her mouth, and urged unceremoniously, "Your Majesty, come over and help me push it." ”

In the unfathomable eyes of the dragon martingale, a smile swept up, and he looked at her dotingly, and walked over.

He grabbed the rope of the swing, leaned over and kissed her forehead, then lifted her chin with one hand and gave her a long, deep kiss.

Lu Liang's cheeks were slightly red, panting, he stretched out his hand to push him, and said coquettishly: "You restrain yourself, there are still subordinates." ”

The dragon martingale didn't care much, "When they are flowers and plants, it's fine." ”

Zhao Qian: "......"

The subordinate of the palace: "......"

The corners of Lu Liangwei's mouth twitched, she was not as high as him, and she could treat living people as flowers and plants.

Long Ying picked up her wet hair, frowned, and said, "Why don't you know how to dry it first?" ”

"If there is the sun today, just let the sun dry." Lu Liang said indifferently.

"Although there is sun today, the temperature is still very low, so be careful to get cold." Long Ying reprimanded her disapprovingly, and ordered the subordinates on the side to go and get a cloth towel.

"Don't take care of my hair, you can give me a push." Lu Liang grabbed his hand slightly and urged.

"Wipe your hair first." Unmoved, Long Ying took the cloth sticker and carefully wiped her wet hair.

"I'm not a child, I'll wipe it myself." Lu Liangwei reached out to grab the cloth towel.

She is now middle-aged, and she is always treated like a child by the dragon martingale, and sometimes she is embarrassed.

Long Ying looked at her deeply, "In my eyes, Weiwei has never grown up, and she is still the girl she was at the beginning." ”

Lu Liangwei: "......"

Why is her face so hot??

What's the deal with being ashamed?