Beg For Mercy In A Subdued Voice

Lu Liangwei used it for a few casual wipes and planned to return the handkerchief immediately, but it did not seem nice to do that with her sweat all over it. Instead, she said, "I'll return it to you after washing it."

Long Yang rode the horse into the forest that was by the racetrack.

The sun could not shine through the trees, so it was much cooler there.

Long Yang allowed the horse to trot slowly about as he shook his head. "Why are you still acting so polite with me? Do you plan for us to stay this respectful to each other even after we get married?"

Lu Liangwei had wondered the same. Her lips moved as if about to say something, but Long Yang interrupted her.

His slender fingers brushed back the sweat-drenched hair sticking to the side of her cheek as he sighed helplessly. "Weiwei."

"Yes?" Lu Liangwei turned to look at him.