Subjected to his strange, scrutinizing gaze, Lu Liangwei could not stop her heart from hammering uneasily.
The Emperor was being so unpredictable.
What on earth was he trying to do?
Knitting her brows, she was about to break the silence when the man suddenly brought his face to hers. His cold breath skimmed across her cheek, tickly yet threatening at the same time.
Upon close inspection, Long Yang realized that her skin was fair and smooth and as unblemished as the finest suet white jade.
He had long heard about the phenomenal beauty of Second Miss Lu from the Grand Duke Mansion, and looking at her up close today, he could confirm that the rumors were indeed true.
When his gaze slid down and landed on her fiery red lips, he could not help swallowing.
Before he knew it, he had already pressed his lips to hers.
Lu Liangwei's eyelashes trembled, and she stared at him in disbelief.
