"How are you feeling... Any discomfort?"
When he asked this question, she could hear the embarrassment in his voice.
Bai Xiao felt a sweetness in her heart, "Aside from sore feet, I'm fine!" The person deliberately distorting the truth was this woman.
An Zhiyuan suddenly changed the subject, "Xiaoxiao, don't you have any expectations for this wedding? I want to give you the wedding you desire, at least to let me know your wishes." He was guilty that he had not paid enough attention to his woman, and this wedding seemed like a task being completed rather than being arranged entirely for the two of them; it felt more like fulfilling a duty.
It was all for the elders at home, for relatives and friends, this feeling was particularly uncomfortable for him, and he was more worried that it might wrong his wife.
"Second brother…"
"What did you just call me?" An Zhiyuan stopped what he was doing with his hands.