Yu Niaoniao caught a glimpse of the wine pot and wine glass beside her and her heart skipped a beat.
"We haven't had a bridal toast last night, have we?"
Xiao Juan replied indifferently, "Yes."
Yu Niaoniao picked up the white jade wine pot and waved it in front of him.
"You have to have a sense of ceremony when you get married. You have to drink the toast. Let's make up for it now."
Xiao Juan stretched out his well-defined fingers and gently pressed them on the wine pot.
"You're still sick. You can't drink."
Yu Niaoniao blinked at him and said slyly, "Just a little. It's fine."
Xiao Juan was very principled. "No."
Yu Niaoniao reached out her little claws and scratched the back of his hand gently. She asked softly.
"Baby, don't you want to do the toast with me?"
Xiao Juan felt the back of his hand itch. The itch ran down his arm and into his heart.
He withdrew his hand involuntarily.
