Long Yang Was Immensely Restrained

Long Yang's heart raced as he looked at her head moving around in front of his chest. Holding down her restless head, he whispered huskily, "Weiwei, are you ready?"

Lu Liangwei looked up at him and said blankly, "For what?"

The next instant, she was stunned, and her fair cheeks turned bright red.

Ever since she got pregnant, the Emperor had been immensely restrained.

Speaking of which, it had indeed been a long time since they last spent time together.

Just when she was about to reply, Long Yang suddenly grasped her chin with his index finger and thumb, forcing her to lift her head.

Right away, the man's lips covered hers, the smell of alcohol enveloping her breath.

A long moment later, Long Yang finally released her. His thumb lingered on her rosy lips, and his voice was low, masking an almost unnoticeable hint of forbearance.

"Do you still smell alcohol?"