Long Yang looked at her in contemplation. He did not push her too much last night on account of her frail body.
He was very aware of his actions. When Lu Liangwei woke up saying her legs hurt, he believed her.
After all, it was a position they did not do often and he thought she was not used to it.
Now that he thought about it, that girl had clearly tricked him.
A small smile appeared on his lips as he reached out to tie her belt. He pulled her into his arms and reached near her ear to say in a low, gentle voice, "Weiwei, you're too fragile. You need to practice more and you will get used to it."
Lu Liangwei felt a chill and suddenly her legs had a vague feeling of aching.
Long Yang lifted her chin and pecked her lips. He held her hand. "Let's go. Let's have breakfast."
When they got to the dining room, Chu Jiu brought over a bowl of sobering soup. "Your Highness, His Majesty had ordered this to be prepared for you."
