Lu Liangwei touched her moist forehead, then buried her face in his chest and mumbled, "I like you so, so much, Your Majesty."
"I know." Long Yang wrapped an arm around her, the corners of his mouth turned up.
Lu Liangwei pouted at his calm tone, unsatisfied with his simple response. "That's it?"
Long Yang paused and gazed at her with a smile. "I thought I'd already expressed my feelings clearly enough."
Hearing this, Lu Liangwei relaxed.
Indeed, it would be too demanding to ask someone like the Emperor to explicitly declare his love.
However, she was well aware of his feelings for her, even if he had never said it out loud.
Just then, Chu Jiu appeared at the courtyard entrance and reported, "Your Highness, the kitchen servants have prepared the chicken feet according to your instructions."
Lu Liangwei immediately pushed Long Yang away. "All right, coming!"
"Chicken feet?" Long Yang was puzzled.
