What Sort Of Dumb Luck Did Lu Liangwei Possess

It was no wonder that Long Yang was the Emperor. His actions were so elegant and pleasing to the eye, even when just having a meal of noodles.

It was as if he were feasting on fine nectar and delicious wine, not a mere bowl of noodles.

Such nobility and elegance, with no loss of dignity.

Lu Liangwei's gaze drifted down, involuntarily alighting on Long Yang's slender fingers holding the chopsticks and on the hand holding those chopsticks…

Lu Liangwei pulled herself together and immediately suppressed any interest in continuing to size him up further. Instead, she began to feel somewhat frustrated and unsettled.

She had just used that pair of chopsticks. Even though they had only touched her lips slightly, she still had used them, after all.

Lu Liangwei's mind was a little confused by this.