Lu Liangwei nestled comfortably in his arms and fell asleep after finding a pleasant position.
Long Yang's finger gently brushed her eyelids, as if it was never enough no matter how much he stared at her.
He sighed quietly and kissed her on the forehead.
The next day.
Lu Liangwei was still sleeping when Long Yang woke up.
He quietly washed up and left the bedroom.
Zhao Qian was waiting outside and, when he heard the signs of Long Yang coming out, he straightened up respectfully.
His master walked out of the room, looking quite normal, but Zhao Qian's sharp eyes spotted the red print on his left cheek.
The print was faded, but His Majesty had fair skin and the vague imprint still looked exceptionally clear.
Zhao Qian was standing close to his master and could see it even more clearly. He was tongue-tied. What was His Majesty and Her Highness doing last night?
Were those teeth marks?
