Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 527 The Wedding Night

It took a while before the voice subsided.

Thinking of his strangeness, he really has no experience in this area.

She really didn't want to laugh, but she couldn't help but laugh when she thought of his majestic emperor, at the age of Li Li, who was still running like a hairy boy, without any experience.

Hearing her sudden laughter, Long Yang's hand stroking her back, stiffened, looked down at her, "It doesn't hurt anymore?"

Lu Liang shook his head shyly, "It still hurts."

Long Yang rubbed his eyebrows and secretly scolded Zhao Gan's photo album, which was of no use.

He obviously acted according to the album, but why did Wei Wei keep crying for pain?

When she yelled pain, he was afraid, for fear of hurting her.

Thinking, he frowned, are women so squeamish?

But she is so young that if he thinks about it again, she can only endure it.

"Since it still hurts, why can you still laugh?" He said helplessly, his slender fingers brushing her wet temples to his ears.

"Is it possible that I still cry?" Lu Liang inhaled slightly and asked in a low voice.

Long Yang amusedly reminded: "Who is crying so loudly in front, and who is begging for mercy?"

Lu Liang muttered in a low voice, "I'm not ready yet, so... I naturally hurt."

Long Yang's breathing was stagnant, and suddenly handed her white and small earlobes, "Then what do you want to be ready?"

Lu Liangwei only felt that the place he was handed over was so crunchy and uncomfortable. He hid and said, "I don't know. Anyway, I just didn't prepare."

Listening to her righteous tone, he suddenly approached her ear and asked in a low voice, "Then I am just now, is it a success?"

Lu Liang blushed slightly, feeling very embarrassed.

But he still took out the Yuanpa from the face and showed it to him, "What do you think of the emperor?"

Looking at the white Yuanpa, Long Yang suddenly understood something, Jun's face blushed, embarrassment in his heart, subconsciously pulled out the booklet he had pressed under the pillow, flipped through it, and was a little puzzled, "I just came up with the booklet. Why not?"

Lu Liang leaned in and looked at him slightly. When he saw what he was holding, he stared at him in disbelief, then reacted, screamed, and covered his face, "My lord, why are you doing this?"

Outside, Zhao Gan's fat body trembled.

The queen's scream is too terrifying, isn't it possible that the master is bullying the queen?

Realizing this possibility, he quickly pulled Zhuyu with one hand and Chujiu with the other, and went a little further.

Zhuyu refused, "Manager Zhao, I can hear the screams of the young lady."

"You got it wrong, it was the queen's cheerful voice. You, a little girl, don't understand." Zhao Gan said solemnly.

Zhuyu looked at him contemptuously, she didn't understand, would he understand better as a rootless person?

She was waiting to say something, when she suddenly heard the young lady's tender and soft voice begging for mercy, "The emperor, no more, I'm so tired..."

Then came a panting laughter.

Zhuyu's face was red and his ears were red, running faster than Zhao Gan.

Seeing the jewels running away, Zhao Gan was dumbfounded.

Didn’t you say you want to guard her lady? Just this ability?

He snorted coldly, and glanced at the still-composed Ninth Day, but Ah Jiu could hold it.

However, Ah Jiu is still a girl, and it is not suitable to hear this, so he took the arm of Chu Jiu and said: "The master is afraid that it will not be finished so soon. We haven't had a drink for a long time. Have a drink?"

The corner of his mouth raised a smile, "Okay."

Inside the room, Lu Liang panted slightly, pushing the man, "Itching... don't you do that."

Long Yang found that she was ticklish, but she didn't expect her to react so much. Hearing her soft and begging laughter, her body was suddenly tight, so some words are omitted here. (Attach the author's smirk, everyone understands it yourself)

(End of this chapter)