Did She Know She Was Wielding a Broadsword Before Guan Yu?

Early September, Fuyou Street, the little home of Li Ye and Wen Leyu.

Li Ye carried the dinner dishes into the kitchen and scrubbed them spotlessly clean, making sure Wen Leyu would not be able to find the slightest fault.

Since getting married, the two of them had developed an understanding: Wen Leyu cooked, and Li Ye washed the dishes.

But if Li Ye failed to wash them properly, Wen Leyu would scold him a few times and then take over the dishwashing as well. If Li Ye wanted to win back the right to wash dishes, he had to put in a great deal of effort.

It was not that Li Ye had some masochistic streak. What grown man did not want to wipe his mouth after eating and lounge on the sofa in carefree comfort?

He simply could not bear to.

He had finally married a little wife as lovely as a flower and fair as jade. How could he treat her like a rough servant girl and work her to the bone?

Besides, Li Ye's tenderness toward Wen Leyu was not a one-sided, needless sacrifice. So long as Wen Leyu felt his love for her, she would surely return even more gentleness, thoughtfulness, and obedience.

The last part was especially important. In the month and a half since the young couple got married, they had already perfectly unlocked several positions.

"Xiao Yu, come eat some fruit!"

After washing the dishes, Li Ye cut up some fruit and brought it into the living room. Ever since Wen Leyu had entered Peking University, she had grown accustomed to Li Ye feeding her fruit. After all, Li Ye understood nutritional balance better!

But this time, after Li Ye called out, Wen Leyu did not answer him as she usually did.