"Liyan, let him hold her for a bit…"
Zhao Qiao'er was worried Su Liyan might be feeling left out.
After all, Su Liyan was the main wife; she had to be okay with it.
Song Meiqin, having come to her senses, blushed and tried to get up.
However, you couldn't read anything from Su Liyan's expression. She simply reached out, held Song Meiqin down, and even helped tuck in the edge of the coat, saying,
"It's fine, it's fine…"
"Ah—!"
Before Su Liyan could finish, she let out a soft cry as Lu Yuan reached out and pulled his wife into his arms as well.
Lu Yuan grinned and chuckled.
"You two aren't like Aunt Zhao. I can hold both of you at once.
"You get under the coat too. Don't get cold."
Su Liyan shyly glanced at her man.
Then she glanced at Song Meiqin across from her, and, blushing, said nothing more.
The two women now sat one on each of Lu Yuan's legs, leaning against his chest and covered by his overcoat.
