Long Yang patted her on the back gently.
A while later, Lu Liangwei raised her head and pointed at her mouth.
Understanding her hint, Long Yang sat her down on a chair, then fetched a spittoon and held it out to her. "Here. Spit it out."
Even though it was not the first time he held a spittoon for her, the sight of his fair and slender fingers gripping it still stirred a ripple in Lu Liangwei's heart and filled her with warmth.
He was the Emperor, the ruler of this kingdom, but he was willing to hold a spittoon for her.
Perhaps it was the effect of the tea or the feeling of being moved, for her teeth did not ache so badly anymore.
Holding his arm, Lu Liangwei spat the tea in her mouth into the spittoon.
Then, she picked up the teacup and gargled a few more times.
When she put down the cup, Long Yang turned, transferred the spittoon and its contents out the door, and washed his hands before returning.
