Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

yebrow and asked in amusement, “What were you looking at?”

“Nothing.” Lu Liangwei blinked innocently and placed Yin’er on the bed to let him play with his other two siblings.

Long Yang sat down beside her and enveloped her in his embrace.
Pinching her waist, he murmured huskily, “You still won’t admit it?”

Lu Liangwei could not stop herself from bursting into giggles, and she held his large hand down.
“Don’t do that.
The children are here…”

“I don’t care, I demand compensation.” Long Yang pulled her into his lap.

“What compensation?” Lu Liangwei was stunned.

Long Yang’s straight nose grazed her fair neck.
Without warning, he bit it gently, sending a shiver down her spine and making her body go limp.

Before he could take things further, she hurriedly kicked her legs in protest as she was still unused to being intimate with him in front of the children.
Blushing, she whined in exasperation, “Let me down…”

“Weiwei, I want you.” Long Yang’s slender fingers pushed her dress upward with an alarming edge of huskiness in his voice.

Lu Liangwei’s heart thundered in her ears.
Clinging onto her last bit of rationality, she seized his wandering fingers in a feeble attempt to stop him.
“Don’t…”

Long Yang stared at her for a moment, his eyes lidded with desire.
All of a sudden, he turned and picked up Long Yin, who was lying near the wall, and repositioned him closer to the edge of the bed.
After placing two soft pillows to shield him from the edge, he stood up with Lu Liangwei in his arms and strode into the inner hall.

Fifteen minutes later, a disheveled Lu Liangwei ran out, heaving a sigh of relief when she saw her three children safe and sound on the bed.

She flopped onto the footstool, her face flushed and her breathing unsteady.

Not long after, Long Yang emerged from the inner hall.
The sight of her slumped on the footstool pricked his heart, and he rushed forward to help her up.
Helping her readjust her tousled chignon, he asked, “Are you not feeling well?”

His voice was still hoarse with a tinge of desire.

Lu Liangwei glanced at him.
His clothes were neat and tidy, all previous traces of his discomposure removed.
She, on the other hand, was completely ruffled, and this frustrated her.
Turning away from him, she said sulkily, “I’m fine.”