Although Jiang Si's eyes were dark and his footsteps were light, Yang Fen guessed that they had lost control when they had consummated their marriage yesterday. It would be fine as long as they restrained themselves a little in their married life in the future. However, how could they sleep in separate rooms on the first day of their wedding?
Today, the breakfast prepared by the Jiang family was exceptionally sumptuous. Before everyone took a seat, they saw Song Yun, who had acted like a rich Young Miss just now, quickly wipe the dust off Jiang Xi's seat, fill a bowl of rice, set the chopsticks, and even put all the meat and vegetables on the table in front of Jiang Xi.
Just as Jiang Si was about to sit down, Song Yun pulled him back with all her might. His buttocks, which were still weak, felt like they would split open again. Jiang Si's face turned pale and he could only feel his buttocks bleeding. His entire body trembled in pain.
