Lu Liangwei suddenly smiled sweetly at the man who was looking anxious. This time, she did not dare to shake her head. All she did was said softly, "It doesn't hurt as long as Your Majesty isn't mad."
Long Yang replied helplessly, "I'm not mad."
Lu Liangwei grunted. "You're mad and you're not admitting it."
His expression was grim and his face was as long as a horse. Whoever saw him knew immediately that he was mad.
Long Yang curled up his finger and flicked her on the forehead. "If you know I'm mad, would you dare act so rash again in the future?"
