Once Zhu Yu left, Long Yang began brushing Lu Liangwei's hair with the comb.
Lu Liangwei looked at the man through the mirror and said with a smile, "Happy Lunar New Year, Your Majesty."
Long Yang paused his action momentarily and smiled as he looked at her. "Happy Lunar New Year, Weiwei."
He stopped for a moment as he eyed her lusciously long hair and asked, "What sort of hairstyle would you like me to comb for you?"
Lu Liangwei gave some thought and asked instead, "What sort of hairstyle do you know how to comb, Your Majesty?"
Long Yang narrowed his eyes a while and he seemed to suddenly think of something as he expertly picked up a whole lock of her hair.
Lu Liangwei had actually asked this as a casual remark and did not expect much.
His Majesty was a man, after all, and had so much administrative work to handle every day. How could he possibly know how to comb a woman's hair?
It did not take long before her hair was done.
