Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

here were still beads of droplets on them, which reflected under the rays of sunshine.

She was wearing a white and loose long dress and looked like an angel who descended from heaven as her long skirt billowed daintily in the wind.
She was pure and refined, unlike anything else in this world.

When she noticed him, she looked up to glance at him and a smile appeared on her lips.
She said to him without a second thought, “Come over here and give me a push, Your Majesty.”

A smile appeared in Long Yang’s deep mysterious eyes as he looked at her adoringly before walking toward her.

He held the rope of the swing and bent down to kiss her on the forehead.
After that, he lifted her chin with his hand and gave her a long, passionate kiss.

Lu Liangwei’s cheeks turned red as she pushed him away breathlessly.
She said coyly, “Control yourself.
Our servants are watching us.”

Zhao Qian, “…”

All the servants in the temporary imperial residence, “…”

The corner of Lu Liangwei’s lips twitched.
She was not as skilled as him to be able to treat real-life people as plants.

Long Yang held her wet, beautiful hair in his hand.
He frowned as he said, “Why didn’t you dry your hair?”

“The sun is out today.
I’ll just let it dry under the sun,” Lu Liangwei replied nonchalantly.

“Even though the sun is out, the temperature is still quite low.
You might catch a cold,” Long Yang berated her as he did not agree with her words.
He instructed a servant nearby to bring him a towel.

“Ignore my hair.
Hurry up and give me a push.” Lu Liangwei insisted as she grabbed his hand.
“I’ll dry your hair first.” Long Yang did not do as she said.
He took the towel and carefully helped her to dry her wet hair.

“I’m not a child anymore.
I can dry it on my own.” Lu Liangwei reached out to grab the towel.

She was a middle-aged woman now too and it was a little embarrassing that Long Yang still treated her like a child.

Long Yang looked deeply at her.
“In my eyes, you’ve never really grown up.
You’re still that young girl I met all those years ago.”

Lu Liangwei, “…”

Why was her face burning?

What was going on to make her feel so shy?