Fingers Interlaced

Inside the room.

Lu Liangwei was now being pressed against the bed.

The man's slender arms were on both sides of her body, propping himself up. His lips curved upward, and he gazed at her with a smile. "What made you come here today?"

Lu Liangwei lay on the bed facing upward, her silky, jet-black tresses spilled all over the sheets. 

She blinked, remembering what he said when she entered the imperial study, and could not help explaining, "I didn't want to disturb you, but the Pure Consort and the others insisted on seeing you. I couldn't turn them away, so I brought them over." She felt a little sheepish as she spoke.

Did she come to the imperial study because she could not turn the consorts away?

"I wasn't talking about you just now." After listening to her explanation, Long Yang said gently.

Lu Liangwei was stunned for a while, then nodded softly. "Oh." After a pause, she shifted slightly, wanting to get up.