The Wedding Night

"Oh." Lu Liangwei nodded her head and was about to pull back the blanket until she thought of something which made her uncertain. Her sparkling pupils looked at the man. "I would like to ask Your Majesty to turn around for a while."

Long Yang saw her shy and embarrassed look. He could not help but think about the red scars she had left on his back last night and raised his eyebrow.

When this girl got down to it, she could be very strong.

During the climactic moment last night, she could not bear it anymore and was crying for mercy. He did not comply, so she scratched him hard on his back to vent her anger.

This girl may look petite but was actually a little wild cat. Once provoked, she would not care whether he was the Emperor or not and must make him suffer too.

Lu Liangwei felt a little uneasy being gazed at like this. She spoke again, "Your Majesty?"