Suits
Medical Center.
After hanging up, Adam returned to the VIP ward and joined Leonard in a video call, greeting the family and friends celebrating Emma's first birthday on the other end.
The video call ended with Phoebe's fiancé, "Young Ant-Man" Mike, looking like he wanted to say something but hesitating.
Although Adam had noticed that Mike seemed to have something to tell him, he had no intention of asking first.
He had far more things to worry about these days.
If Mike would not say it, Adam could not be bothered to ask.
It was probably about the wedding.
Most likely, Princess Consuela Banana Hammock—Phoebe's newly changed name before the wedding—had stirred up some new trouble.
And Crap Bag—Mike's retaliatory new name—wanted to fight back or talk her down.
They could sort it out themselves in the end without Adam's help.
He had assumed Marshall would take a little longer to get back to him.
He had not expected Marshall to be faster than Adam had imagined.
Sigh. It seemed Lily's previous complaints about the lack of passion and minor flaws in their loving relationship had not come from nowhere.
Emmm.
It was not a physical problem, but a psychological one.
They had been together too long and were too deeply in love, to the point that Marshall and Lily simply did not care about foreplay.
Usually, they only needed to exchange one spellbinding look before they were in each other's arms the next second.
At most, one of them would ask a single question.
"Do it?"
"Sure!"
If it were Leonard, this awkward and unfavorable situation would not be a problem at all.
He was a foreplay prodigy and put effort into every possible angle.
Of course, no one was perfect. In the same old-married-couple state, aside from