Zhao Rong blinked, suppressed his smile, and nodded.

"That's about it." Xiao Qian'er pretended to be fierce.

But just when she and Zhao Lingfei were about to take back their chopsticks, Zhao Rong suddenly put down the bowl and reached out to grab their silky hands.

He felt as if he were holding two pieces of warm-smelling soft jade.

Xiao Qian'er's little hands were warm and fleshy.

Qingjun's bare hands were slightly cool and smooth.

Zhao Rong grabbed one in each hand and held it tightly in his big hand with great treasure, so as not to let them slip away.

"Husband...jun..."

"Brother Wu Rong'er..."

The two girls were immediately embarrassed, and each had a different reaction. They tried to twitch their hands with a little force, but they felt more and more the warmth of the sun and the irresistible strength of his big hands, so they allowed the bamboo horse husband to hold them somewhat domineeringly.

, they all bowed their heads shyly, their starry eyes shifted.

Zhao Rong rubbed their hands lovingly, took off the fine chopsticks from the two women's hands, looked down at the jade texture on their palms, his expressions were serious and focused, as if he couldn't see enough, and then he looked at Qingjun and

Xiao Qian'er's white and tender palms breathed a gentle breath, and without waiting for their green fingers to tremble, Zhao Rong moved his face closer, letting the two women's fair and delicate hands cover both sides of his face, and one of them pressed tightly against one side.

Zhao Lingfei's long eyelashes trembled, and the tips of her bare fingers touching his face also trembled along with the apex of her heart.

The smart and playful little Qian'er was particularly quiet and well-behaved at this time, tilting her head and looking at him blankly, her little hand caressing his slightly bearded chin and the corners of his lips with great tenderness.

Zhao Rong held their gentle and slender hands, pressed his face tightly against the palms of the two women, felt their warmth, and calmly lowered his eyes, appreciating this rare tender time.

The plain hand on his left cheek was used for threading and knitting clothes, washing and cooking, dressing and folding quilts for him.

The little hand on his right cheek held the sword for him tremblingly. It was a traitor and was stained with blood.

Zhao Rong lowered his eyebrows in silence.

Zhao Lingfei and Xiao Qian'er both raised their other hands and gently covered the back of his hand holding theirs. The two women looked at his face without blinking.

At this time, the three people at the dinner table were silent.

For a moment, the atmosphere fell into a strange tranquility and warmth.

"Qingjun, Qian'er, I want to... apologize to you first..." Zhao Rong suddenly spoke.

"You are not allowed to say that." Zhao Lingfei's voice was trembling, and Xiao Qian'er nodded vigorously.

Zhao Rong shook his head, raised his eyes to look at them, and spoke softly...
Chapter completed!