Lu Xiaoyou let out a roar in her heart and pulled Miemie Dragon into her arms.
Such a divine little cutie! He can melt her heart completely.
She has never been a person overflowing with maternal instincts, and even fears the chaos and ignorance of infants.
But this child is simply an angel!
Lu Xiaoyou couldn't bear to part with him.
While she was fully engrossed in snuggling and teasing Miemie Dragon, she caught a glimpse of Long Xiliang sitting behind the desk.
The man's expression at this moment was like that of a resentful palace concubine.
Of course, saying he's a resentful palace concubine might be an exaggeration, as this man always has a face like an impassive iceberg, where expressions are hard to decipher.
However, Lu Xiaoyou could detect from his darkened face his displeasure at her action of hugging Miemie Dragon.
