In his previous life, Li Ye had known that getting married was exhausting—especially when he ran into a wife obsessed with a "perfect wedding."
Who knew how many miserable grooms had forced smiles onto their faces over those few days, fulfilling one last-minute demand after another to satisfy their wives' ultimate requirement of "leaving no regrets"?
That was why quite a few grooms, after seeing off all the guests, were so exhausted they felt half-dead. The moment they returned to the bridal chamber, they collapsed onto the bed and could not get back up. By the time their freshly washed little wives came to the bedside, they were either already asleep or too weak to do anything, unable to give the perfect wedding an incomparably wonderful ending.
Fortunately, Wen Leyu did not have any of those finicky notions. She even thoughtfully helped Li Ye lighten his burden in every possible way so he could relax a little.
And Li Ye possessed the perks of a transmigrator. His physical stats were no joke; he would absolutely not be unable to perform.
Though he had felt a little tired while entertaining the guests, once the young couple returned to their own new home, Li Ye felt incomparably energized. His adrenaline surged crazily, and a certain bodily function was already prepared to break a lifetime record.
"Quickly, quickly, quickly!"
After returning to the home that belonged solely to the two of them, Wen Leyu was equally excited. She scampered into her own room.
Hmm, could it be that she really wanted some sense of ceremony and was going to change into a pair of pure white stockings?
Wen Leyu did have white stockings. Li Ye had slipped them into the pile when he bought her socks.
But unfortunately, the little girl was somewhat