The young girl's warm breath subtly caressed his ears. An awkward shred of blush appeared on his handsome face and his ears quickly turned red as well.
By the time he came to his senses, the young girl had moved away and was standing two steps away from where he was. She gave him a bright smile. "You should stop here, Your Majesty. I'm going back." Finishing her words, she turned to climb into the horse-drawn carriage. When she got into the carriage, she gave a thought and turned to wave at him. "Goodbye, Your Majesty."
Long Yang woke from his reverie when he saw the curtain being drawn. He walked toward the carriage window and his slender fingers curled to knock on the carriage. He said in a husky voice, "Weiwei?"
Lu Liangwei, who was already seated in the carriage, suddenly heard his voice and her heart could not help but skip a beat.
