The wedding night passed.
The next day, the newlyweds didn't get up until almost noon.
Yang Chenyi was indifferent.
Xia Caiying was extremely anxious.
Her clothes were changed, her makeup carefully painted.
Even the bridal veil on the bed was taken away by Sister.
But she couldn't stand up, her legs soft like noodles, devoid of strength.
What to do? She couldn't be carried out, could she?
Wouldn't that make her a laughing stock?!
But not going to serve tea to her mother-in-law on the second day of marriage.
Would also make her a subject of mockery.
Neither option seemed good, Xia Caiying was about to cry from anxiety.
On the bed, Yang Chenyi lazily smiled and said.
"You don't need to hurry, our family doesn't have those pointless rules."
"If you can't go, just rest well! Mother won't blame you!"
Xia Caiying, however, didn't agree, her face flushed with embarrassment as she retorted.
