"Come on, come on, we ladies are sitting this one out."
Jian Anning felt a headache coming on the moment she heard Ling Yichuan's words.
On the bed, in accordance with traditional customs, were scattered red dates, peanuts, longans, and lotus seeds, symbolizing "May you have a child soon"——although they already had two. But Ling Yichuan wanted her to lie directly on the bed?
Wouldn't these things make her uncomfortable?
Before Jian Anning could say anything, Yu Zexiao spoke up: "Hey, if you guys want to play around, fine, but can you gather up the stuff on the bed? It's such a mess, how can anyone lie down?"
"How can we toss them away? They're all auspicious symbols! Don't you want to 'have a child soon'?" Leng Yunting joked.
