***Warning: There's mention of suicide in this chapter***
It had been a few months since they got married and were already on their way back from their honeymoon. Yu Weimin sat by the window as he massaged his waist, frowning deeply.
Ever since they got married, his dear husband seemed to have gotten a ticket to ride him every single night, not just once, but several times in a row as if he were venting his frustrations onto him for something.
But when he thought of what else the man had to go through those years inside the transmigration system, he could only stay silent and endure. Of course, it wasn't as if he didn't like it.
As the saying goes: Reap what you sow. That's exactly what happened to him. Now that they were both going on their honeymoon, you can already imagine their days during the honeymoon!
