Bab 527: The Wedding Night

After a long while, the noise subsided.

Recalling his earlier awkwardness, it seemed like he truly has no experience in this aspect.

She did not mean to laugh. However, at the thought of the magnificent thirty-year-old Emperor behaving like a teenager ramping about with no experience whatsoever, she could not help but laugh out loud. 

Hearing her sudden laughter, Long Yang's hand that was on her back stiffened. He looked down at her, "It doesn't hurt anymore?"

Lu Liangwei shook her head bashfully, "It still hurts."

Long Yang massaged the space between his eyebrows and cursed Zhao Qian's booklet under his breath. It did not help at all.

He had followed what was described in the booklet, why was Weiwei still crying out in pain?

Every time she cried out in pain, he was afraid that he would hurt her.

He frowned as he thought, were all women this squeamish?