The Emperor’s Service

She said nothing but turned away instead.

Seeing this, Long Yang smiled in satisfaction and went into the room.

When he passed by her side, he caught a whiff of her body's fragrance. His heart fluttered.

He halted his steps and looked at the sweet, delicate-looking young lass leaning against the door frame. The internal, restless frustration that he had just managed to calm, began to rise within him once more.

He called out in a low voice, "Weiwei…"

Lu Liangwei was caught by surprise by him calling out to her in a husky voice. Her heart fluttered. She did not dare lift her head and quickly entered her room.

"Please take a seat. I'll make tea for you."

Despite claiming to make tea, she had no plans to boil water. She picked up the pot of cold tea on the table and poured a cup, turning to serve it to him.