Liang Jiayun was oblivious to Lu Yang's background.
She was even more clueless that Lu Yang had never even tasted breast milk.
She thought Lu Yang simply wanted to play such a game.
So she laughed and said, "You only get breast milk during the nursing period… Otherwise, you give me some seeds, and I'll have a baby for you."
Lu Yang was startled.
Auntie, you're overdoing it. I just wanted your help with my cultivation practice, but you want to have a child for me, wishful thinking.
"Auntie, you're of advanced maternal age now. Aren't you afraid of the risks?" Lu Yang said with a laugh.
"For you, I'm not afraid of anything," Liang Jiayun said earnestly.
"But I am afraid, I'm afraid something might happen to you… So, I absolutely won't allow you to do such dangerous things," Lu Yang said seriously.
Actually, Lu Yang's words were not particularly affectionate, but to Liang Jiayun's ears, they were the sweetest endearments.