Ye Qianqian pretended to put up a struggle, but it was evidently useless.
He didn't hesitate to hold her down.
She moaned weakly.
The wedding night was supposed to be the climax of the day, after all.
Ye Qianqian thought it over and let him do whatever he wanted.
But the price she had to pay was a tad too heavy.
By the end of the night, Ye Qianqian, who was already exhausted, to begin with, felt more tired than ever. Worse, she felt as though her body had been crushed.
The next day, Ye Qianqian couldn't even lift her eyelids.
Nevertheless, Shen Zhilie scooped her up and commanded, "Get up, my grandmother and parents are waiting for us to serve them tea."
Ye Qianqian was sore all over. She groaned and refused to move at all.
Shen Zhilie tried to pull her up by the hand.
Ye Qianqian reached out and slapped him lazily. She felt limp and weak.
"Come on, I'll brush your teeth."
