Xia Weibao dodged, avoiding his hand.
"Just making a small bottle, it'll be quick, you go on ahead."
As she spoke, she continued to concentrate on her pills.
Relief washed through her, accompanied by a twinge of guilt.
Fortunately, Lu Hualiang was not very familiar with Chinese medicine, and since she had already crushed the medicine, it was unrecognizable.
These pills weren't to treat Leng Yan's mental deficiency, they were for her own use.
Contraceptives.
She was only twenty, at the peak of her career, with no plans to have children in the next few years.
Thinking of her previous life, where she had given birth to six children in ten years, she felt a shiver of fear.
Although the buns she gave birth to were soft and cute, the process was too horrifying.
Xia Weibao sneaked a glance at Lu Hualiang, just in time to meet his tender and affectionate gaze, which made her heart flutter.
She quickly averted her eyes, her heartbeat skipping a beat or two.
