Jiang Zhen was very tempted by Han Wangwang's suggestion. He couldn't wait to return to his new residence to see those pyjamas, but he also cared about the music banquet tonight. If the newlyweds didn't attend the music banquet, those people could guess what they would do with their toes.
Seeing Jiang Zhen's concerns, Han Wangwang felt that the fire was not strong enough. She moved her index finger up from his chest and gently touched his Adam's apple. As the fingernail brushed past his Adam's apple, Jiang Zhen's back muscles instinctively tensed up. His Adam's apple rolled up and down, but the agitation in his body was getting stronger.
