With much self-restraint, Long Yang tightened his arms around the girl, a sheen of sweat coating his smooth forehead.
After his agitation had subsided, he tidied her unkempt clothes gently as he asked casually, "Shall we go to the imperial holiday home now?" His voice was slightly husky, with a trace of longing.
Lu Liangwei's lashes quivered, and she bobbed her head absentmindedly. "Sure."
Long Yang was about to give Zhao Qian the orders when Lu Liangwei remembered something, and she said hurriedly, "Never mind, let's go to Cathay Medicinal Shop."
Long Yang nodded good-naturedly. "Very well. Zhao Qian, To Cathay Medicinal Shop."
"Yes, Master," came Zhao Qian's obedient reply from outside.
Long Yang gazed down at the girl in his arms. "You're not going to the imperial holiday home anymore?"
