Fang Liuyang frowned with distress and whispered to Pei Wendong, "I've tried several times already. Last night, I waited until it was dark and carried her several rounds, but it's really too much pressure. How about we lift her together?"
"Two people carrying her, what would that look like? Cousin's reputation would be utterly ruined!" Pei Wendong could always come up with such an idea.
Fang Liuyang let out a mournful howl.
Pei Wendong laughed and patted him on the back, "Just make sure to eat an extra meal at the wedding later!"
"With this big belly of mine, how much can I really eat!" Fang Liuyang grimaced and looked towards Fang Fang's room, seeing Pei Qin and Pei Yuan adding items to the trousseau. The matron of honor and the hair-comber Quan Furen were both marveling, so he moved closer to have a look.
Seeing Sister Peiqin and her brother arrive, some villagers also hurried over to see the trousseau being packed.
