A Little Suffocated

Lu Liangwei rested her chin on his shoulder, her fingers toying with his long hair cascading down his back. A sudden wave of emotion prompted her to say, "You must have had a hard time taking care of me all this while, Your Majesty."

"Why would you think that? I don't find it hard at all. You have it harder than me." Long Yang stroked her back tenderly.

She was the one who was suffering the most, bearing his child at such a young age.

Even so, she had never uttered a word of complaint.

His heart ached for her, and he was determined not to make her pregnant again.

She was probably carrying two children in her womb, which was already enough for him.

Whether they were boys or girls, he would raise them well and pass the throne to the child who was more fit to rule the kingdom.