Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 1216 must let him converge one or two

Lu Liang opened his eyes slightly, looked at the hip flask on the table, thought for a while, nodded, "Okay."

"Good." Long Marting leaned in and kissed the corner of her lips, then filled the glass again.

Lu Liang leaned slightly in his arms, a little confused, and a little dizzy. He raised his eyes to see his rolling Adam's apple and couldn't help touching it with his fingertips.

Long Yang paused while drinking, and lowered his head. He saw the woman staring at his throat in a blurry eyes, his throat rolled down, and his eyes became darker.

Lu Liang didn't know when, he was already sitting on his lap, hugging his neck, and buried his head in his energy.

Long Yang held the wine glass's fingers, and suddenly tightened, a dull sound came out from his throat.

Lu Liang was slightly irritated, and his slender fingertips lingered on his collarbone.

Long Yang suddenly raised his hand and pulled out the hosta in her hair to fix her hair.

Suddenly, a long black hair that looked like brocade flowed down, and the woman's face covered with rouge added more amorous feelings.

But she didn't know everything about her, she was obsessed with his **** clavicle, and even the belt was unconscious.

Until the man's drunk lips covered her.

She whimpered suddenly, and the fingers placed on the placket of his clothes suddenly tightened tightly. All the voices, as the wine entered the abdomen, disappeared invisible, only a soft sob.

When Lu Liangwei woke up the next day, he felt like he didn't know where he was.

Just when he was a little dazed, the man's sturdy arms looped up, his voice was soft and petting, "Does the head still hurt?"

Lu Liang buried his face in the quilt and shook his head gently, "It doesn't hurt."

"Where is it so uncomfortable?" Long Yang saw that she had been digging into the quilt, and he simply hugged the person.

Lu Liang buried his face in his arms, his voice soft, and a little aggrieved, "My leg hurts..."

Long Yang thought of what happened last night, feeling ashamed, "Well, I'll give you a massage." After saying that, let her lie down by herself, then sit up by herself, hold her slender legs with her big hands, and gently give her Knead.

Lu Liang glanced at him secretly and saw that he was distressed, the corners of his mouth curled up, but his mouth made a deliberate noise.

Long Yang was full of blood and sweat, but he was concerned about her leg pain and could only exercise restraint.

Lu Liangwei just grasped this point, the more he released it.

Humph, let him coax her into drinking, and finally...

Thinking of last night...her face was also very hot.

The emperor really has no scruples, but his physical strength is still so good.

If things go on like this, she can't stand it.

She must let him constrain one or two, so as not to indulge that excessive.

Long Yang didn't know her psychological thoughts, and while restraining her thoughts, he gave her a massage without complaint.

When it was almost time, Lu Liangwei found out with conscience and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore, don't press it anymore."

Only then did Long Yang put his hands away, helped her up, and got up to fetch her dresses.

"By the way, are you okay today?" Lu Liangwei asked while wearing his dress.

Usually when she woke up, he was not there, but he didn't expect him to be here so late today.

"No." Long Yang responded, leaning over to put on her shoes and socks.

Lu Liang thought for a while, and said a little excitedly: "Since you are fine, we will go out for a while."

Long Yang glanced at her, "Legs don't hurt anymore?"

Lu Liang was a little guilty, but said on his face: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

(End of this chapter)