Spend the night at Wushan Temple?
Embarrassment spread across Qiao Wei's face in the form of crimson shades.
"We can't do anything," Qiao Wei warned his husband, just in case Zhang Fengxi planned to do something indecent during his stay.
Given the prospect of actually sleeping with his wife on the same bed, Zhang Fengxi actively displayed his agreeable, cooperative side.
"I won't. I just want to sleep with you in my arms," Zhang Fengxi promised as he raised one of Qiao Wei's hands to his lips and peppered it with little kisses.
"..."
The tiger was too slick.
Qiao Wei did not trust Zhang Fengxi at all in this aspect. After all, this was the husband who took the chance to bed him within two hours after he returned.
Under the guise of dual cultivation to recover his memory, but still.
Qiao Wei pushed Zhang Fengxi away out of shame.
