Lu Liangwei smiled faintly.
The Emperor may have forgotten her because of his amnesia, but he was still as diligent, focused, and serious in handling state affairs as he was before.
After sitting quietly for a while, she gazed at his serene face, weighing the possibility of taking his pulse.
However, before she could touch his wrist, his large palm grasped her hand. He was still writing with flying strokes, his eyes never leaving the page as he said, "Don't try anything funny, Lu Liangwei. Don't think I'll tolerate your antics every single time."
Lu Liangwei struggled to pull her hand back, but her movements only made him tighten his hold on her.
Long Yang was secretly amazed by the tenderness and smoothness of her dainty hand and how good it felt in his grip.
His calloused fingers grazed the back of her hand slowly.
