Lu Liangwei blinked mischievously. "Then was it also an act of romance when Butler Zhao bathed you?"
The smile froze on Long Yang's face, and he rapped her on the forehead with his knuckle. "What nonsense are you saying? I've always bathed on my own."
Lu Liangwei looked at him with a smile. "We should support ourselves by our own labor. For that reason, you should bathe yourself tonight, Your Majesty."
After a pause, Long Yang nodded and put her down. "You're right. You should save your energy too, anyway."
Lu Liangwei stiffened.
Long Yang untied his belt, slipped off his robe, then handed it to her. "Will the Empress please help me hang this up?"
Taking his robe, Lu Liangwei started walking to the bedroom when a thought came to her. Gritting her teeth, she walked back to him and looked up to meet his eye. "Just this once!"
"Fine by me." A pleased look flickered across Long Yang's eyes.
