Zhu Yu arranged the dishes on the table, and when she saw that the Emperor was also joining, she hurriedly added another set of utensils.
Lu Liangwei had gone off to wash her face, and when she came out, Long Yang had already sat up. His clothes were in place, and his face was calm and devoid of all his previous passion. A hint of a smile flickered across her eyes, and she said softly, "You haven't had dinner, right? Shall we have dinner together?"
Long Yang cast a glance at her, still dazed at the memory of what she had done just now.
He looked her up and down hesitantly, his reprimand at the tip of his tongue, but in the end, he could not bring himself to open his mouth.
This girl may have been impudent, but he could not deny the pleasure he had felt in his body.
Suppressing the heat surging in him, he got up and walked to the dining table wordlessly.
Long Yang did not utter a single word throughout dinner.
