Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

firm enough to stop her.

Lu Liangwei was aware of the effects, but some pregnant women had cravings for sour flavors, and she was no exception.
Despite knowing that she should not have eaten so many waxberries, she had been unable to control herself.

“Even if you have no appetite, you should still eat something.” Long Yang swapped the rice in front of her for porridge, then took a spoon and fed her.

Lu Liangwei opened her mouth obediently.

After finishing the bowl of porridge, she was too full to eat anything else.

She had only managed to drink half a bowl of her favorite fish soup.

Seeing that she was unable to eat anymore, Long Yang ordered the servants to clear the table.
He held her in his arms, worried to see her so uncomfortable.
“Is there any way to make you feel better? How about I ask Zhao Qian to summon Chief Physician Lin here?”

Lu Liangwei lay her head on his shoulder and thought for a while, then shook her head.
“No need to go to all that trouble.
Tell Zhu Yu to make me a cup of strong tea.
I think I’ll feel better after gargling with it.”

Long Yang wanted to prepare the tea himself, but she had nestled in his arms, clearly reluctant to move, so he had no choice but to call for Zhu Yu and assign her the task.

Zhu Yu hurriedly made her a cup of tea.

“Miss, the tea’s still a bit hot.
Perhaps you should wait for a while before drinking it.”

“Just put it down and leave,” said Long Yang.

At his command, Zhu Yu could only exit the room.

However, she was a little concerned.
When she was clearing the table just now, she saw that the dishes had been untouched.
Her mistress had not eaten much tonight, which was very in contrast to her usual hearty appetite.

With one arm around Lu Liangwei, Long Yang picked up the teacup with his free hand, brought it to his lips, and blew on it gently.

After a while, he tested the temperature of the tea and, satisfied that it had turned lukewarm, brought it to Lu Liangwei’s lips.
“Here you go.
It’s not hot anymore.”

“All right.” Lu Liangwei leaned over and took a sip from the cup he was holding.
Keeping the tea in her mouth, she draped herself back over his shoulder.