When Lin Wangshu last came here, the place was empty; there were no sofas, tables, or chairs.

Because she found the renovation process too complicated, Jiang Weidong asked Lin Wangshu for her opinion, telling her that she could simply sit and choose a style.

Lin Wangshu originally thought it would take several more months before anyone could move in, but she didn't expect Jiang Weidong to act so quickly, with all kinds of furniture already in place.

"Ah, my sofa, my soft sofa."

Upon seeing the fabric sofa in the living room, Lin Wangshu excitedly rushed over to it, and the soft touch made her breathe a long sigh of relief.

These days, when people choose sofas, they prefer firmer cushions and pay attention to proper posture when sitting. Songshan Island sofas are like that.

But Lin Wangshu didn't like it. She would rather sit than stand, and she would rather lie down than sit. She felt uncomfortable lying on the sofa at home.

So when Jiang Weidong asked her what kind of sofa she liked, Lin Wangshu's eyes lit up and she immediately told him her requirements.

She wanted a soft, cozy sofa that felt like sinking into when she lay down on it.

Jiang Weidong frowned as he listened. What kind of sofa is this, where people sink in as soon as they sit on it?

He wanted to persuade her, but seeing how much Lin Wangshu liked it, he still brought over the sofa she wanted.

Seeing Lin Wangshu's happy expression, Jiang Weidong, who was sitting on the sofa, also smiled.

"Don't get excited yet, there's more inside." With that, Jiang Weidong stood up and pulled Lin Wangshu inside.

The apartment has three bedrooms and one living room. The largest and most well-ventilated bedroom is for two people, and there are two smaller secondary bedrooms.

Jiang Weidong pushed open the door of one of the rooms, which contained a wardrobe that reached the ceiling and had a transparent glass door. The wardrobe was filled with all kinds of dresses.

"I still remember all those dresses in the room," Jiang Weidong said with a smile, his arm around Lin Wangshu's shoulder.

Lin Wangshu was stunned and blinked, "There are so many dresses, I couldn't possibly wear one every day."

Jiang Weidong didn't mind, "Then wear two pieces a day, and show them to me."

As he spoke, he picked up the red cheongsam, looked at Lin Wangshu, and chuckled, "How about starting with this one?"

Lin Wangshu took it, looked at the light in his eyes, and said knowingly, "What? In the end, you still benefited."

"No, no." Jiang Weidong shook his head, took her hand and placed it on his abs, whispering as if in a secret, "This is clearly a 'win-win' partnership!"

Even through a layer of clothing, Lin Wangshu could still clearly feel the strong muscles under her hand, the sensation as fresh as on their wedding night.

Thinking of this, Lin Wangshu's face immediately flushed red, her fingertips twitched slightly involuntarily, and she whispered to him, "You scoundrel."

Seeing that although she complained, her fingers honestly didn't struggle, Jiang Weidong couldn't help but chuckle.

He knew Little Moon liked it; after all, that night, she had casually touched him several times.

Although he didn't understand what was so appealing about touching those hard, fleshy pieces, Jiang Weidong was satisfied as long as Lin Wangshu liked them; at least he hadn't been raised in vain.

So he glanced down and said meaningfully, "But I think I'm not the one being a hooligan right now, am I?"

Lin Wangshu followed his gaze and found that he had been holding her hand, but had let go of it at some point.

Lin Wangshu's hand lingered on his abs, seemingly reluctant to leave. As if waking from a dream, Lin Wangshu immediately withdrew her hand as if electrocuted.

Seeing him looking at her teasingly, Lin Wangshu blushed and stared straight at him, stubbornly saying, "I do like touching, so what? You're my husband, what's wrong with me touching you?"

Jiang Weidong finally couldn't hold back and laughed heartily, "It's nothing, you're right, brother is always welcome."

After saying that, he gently closed the door, leaned against it, opened his arms, and made a gesture of being at her mercy. He raised an eyebrow at Lin Wangshu and said, "You can continue."

His brows were furrowed, and his voice was hoarse, possessing a captivating allure. "I think you can lift it up and touch it, what do you say?"

Lin Wangshu was tempted. She swallowed hard and took a step forward. Jiang Weidong saw this and a triumphant smile appeared on his face.

Just then, as if suddenly remembering something, Lin Wangshu looked up at him and said in a bargaining tone, "If I touch you, can you not touch me?"

Jiang Weidong's smile froze. Of course not! Otherwise, what would he be doing going to all this trouble for?

Seeing his reaction, Lin Wangshu understood, and pursed her lips, "Fine, I can tolerate it."

After saying that, she pushed aside Jiang Weidong, who was blocking the door, and went out humming a song.

Jiang Weidong bowed his head in defeat. His "honey trap" plan, which he had been working on for several days, had failed just like that!

But this was a serious question concerning whether he could go to bed at night, and Jiang Weidong did everything he could to avoid Lin Wangshu's rejection.

Therefore, Lin Wangshu also enjoyed a life of ease, where everything was done for him, and even grape skins were caught by someone.

When Lin Wangshu came out of the bathroom that evening, drying her hair, she saw Jiang Weidong sitting on the bed looking at her expectantly and couldn't help but laugh. "Go take a shower, or don't sleep next to me."

"Wait, I'm coming right away!" Jiang Weidong stood up abruptly and rushed into the bathroom at lightning speed. He was going to take a quick shower.

After he closed the bathroom door, Lin Wangshu could no longer suppress her emotions and collapsed onto the bed, laughing heartily.

She hadn't planned for Jiang Weidong to sleep on the sofa in the first place, but she hadn't said anything because his nervous expression was just too amusing.

While Jiang Weidong was taking a shower, Lin Wangshu picked up the cheongsam and changed into it. According to An Jie, she should give him a little treat from time to time.

Having worn it once before, Lin Wangshu dressed quickly this time. Touching the buttons at her neck, she hesitated for a moment but still didn't button them up.

So when Jiang Weidong pushed open the door, he saw Lin Wangshu in a cheongsam, with half-wet hair cascading over her shoulders and a loose neckline revealing her fair neck.

With Jiang Weidong's eyesight, which was good enough to fly a fighter jet, he could clearly see a water droplet slowly sliding down Lin Wangshu's neck until he could no longer see it.

In an instant, Jiang Weidong felt his body heat up again, even though he had just taken a cold shower.

Lin Wangshu smiled with satisfaction at his reaction, sat on the bed, raised one leg and pressed it on top of the other, the scenery between them was faintly visible.

Such a coy, half-hidden beauty is most irresistible, especially when Lin Wangshu looks at him with her upturned, blushing eyes.

Then, in a delicate and timid voice, she called out, "Wei Dong..."

With just that one sound, the string of reason in Jiang Weidong's mind snapped completely, and he pounced on the person on the bed like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

Her soft lips, slender neck, delicate waist, and fair legs fueled the fire in Jiang Weidong's heart.

Just as the arrow was about to be released, Lin Wangshu suddenly pushed away Jiang Weidong, who was buried in her neck, and said breathlessly, "Stop, I have something to say!"