Yang Zhengshan's married life was filled with warmth and sweetness.
Especially every night, when soft fragrance filled his arms and he plowed with all his might, it left Yang Zhengshan somewhat unable to stop himself.
Compared with sleeping while hugging a pillow before, Yang Zhengshan felt that this was the life a man ought to live.
Of course, there was blessed happiness at night, and sweetness in the daytime too.
Although Yu Qingyi was a martial artist of the jianghu, and although she had the free-spirited ease and fortitude of jianghu folk, she also possessed a woman's gentleness and thoughtfulness.
Ever since Yu Qingyi entered the household, Yang Zhengshan's food, clothing, and daily life had become much more meticulous, and his dress and appearance were no longer as casual and plain as before.
And when it came to managing the household, Yu Qingyi also had ability far beyond Wang's. After all, she had previously been the sect master of the Azure Sky Sword Sect, managing several dozen disciples and more than two hundred servants. Now that she had entered the Yang Family and taken charge of the Yang Family's household, she handled it with practiced ease, like driving a familiar cart down a familiar road.
Under her management, the Yang Family's servants all became much more proper, and the food, clothing, housing, and travel of everyone in the Yang Family changed a great deal as well.
Some places Yang Zhengshan did not care about, and places Wang could not think of, Yu Qingyi was able to notice, and she made changes according to her own ideas.
In short, with Yu Qingyi as this virtuous inner helper, Yang Zhengshan felt even more at ease.
These little days of his were truly sweet as could be.
However, Yang Zhengshan's sweet and peaceful