"Wife, wait for me here, I'll be back shortly!" Ye Zi'an laughed as he untied their clothes. The meal had already begun after the wedding ceremony, and Ye Zi'an still needed to go to toast.
"Go ahead, go ahead." Yang Chuxia waved her hand, suddenly remembering that the groom usually gets quite drunk during these events. She smiled and slyly patted Ye Zi'an's shoulder, "Drink less when you come back. If you really can't avoid it, pretend to be drunk, understood?"
Ye Zi'an couldn't help but laugh at her words, and stretched out his hand to hook under Yang Chuxia's chin, "Wife, are you that impatient?"
