Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

s heated up, and she dropped her head to play with Yaoyao while frantically dismissing the steamy memory from her mind.

Holding Long Yin, Long Yang sat down next to her and whispered in her ear, “You were really thoughtful last night.
I’m really happy and… satisfied.”

Lu Liangwei instantly blushed scarlet.
Pretending that she had not heard him, she stuffed Yaoyao into his arms.
“Hold her for a bit while I go and wash up.”

At the sight of her flushed countenance, the corners of Long Yang’s mouth curved up, and he readily took Yaoyao from her.

Lu Liangwei fled into the bathroom.

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Yaoyao, seeing her father’s gaze fixed on the direction in which her mother had run off, started babbling to draw his attention back to her.

Long Yang withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and placed a kiss on her tiny face.
Recalling his interrupted moment of passion, he pinched her gently on the cheek.
“Your timing is certainly impeccable.”

Thinking that her father was praising her, Yaoyao kicked her little legs joyfully.

Long Yang let out a mirthful laugh.

Just then, he felt a sharp pain on his scalp.
He lowered his head, only to see a tuft of his black hair coiled around Long Yin’s finger—Long Yin, the child who had never pulled anyone’s hair before.

The little boy was gazing at him with his glittering, glass-like black eyes.

Long Yang arched an eyebrow.
“You peed on me yesterday, and now you’re pulling my hair? Are you asking for a spanking?”

Long Yin stared at him quietly, and without warning, gave his hair another yank.

Long Yang wrinkled his brow in pain.

Long Yin may seem like a weak child, but having his hair pulled by him still hurt a lot.

When Lu Liangwei returned from the bathroom, she noticed Long Yang’s creased brow and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Long Yang jabbed a finger at Long Yin and said accusingly, “He pulled my hair.”

Lu Liangwei looked at Long Yin dubiously.
The little boy was sitting upright on his father’s lap, staring at her with an innocent and confused expression.
There was not a single strand of hair on his tiny hands, which were placed properly on his legs.

Lu Liangwei paused for a moment before turning back to Long Yang.
“How could you frame Yin’er? He never pulls anyone’s hair.” She would have believed him if he said it was Yaoyao or Ji’er.
Was the Emperor taking revenge on Yin’er for peeing on him the day before?