'After all, Lu Yuan isn't a midwife. It's best not to let my man watch if he isn't mentally prepared, lest he lose interest in me later.'
For Song Meiqin to remain so rational under these circumstances showed just how intelligent she was.
Lu Yuan didn't care about any of that. He slowly picked Song Meiqin up and laid her flat on the heated brick bed.
Lu Yuan grabbed Song Meiqin's ankles with both hands and gently pushed them up, helping her bend her legs.
He covered her with a quilt.
Su Liyan, who had just put her daughter Lu Ruyan to bed and was about to sleep herself, didn't even have time to change out of her nightgown. As it was cold, she just pulled on a pair of long stockings for warmth and hurried to Song Meiqin's room.
Lu Yuan merely glanced at Su Liyan and asked, "Is everyone settled?"
Su Liyan, dressed in her long gown, nodded. "Don't worry!"
