After the welcoming ceremony, Wang Jia Bao supported the slightly footsore Cheng Xue back to the hotel lounge to rest.
Alright, sometimes I really don't know why weddings are so exhausting for the couple...
In the lounge, Wang Jia Bao tenderly helped Cheng Xue with a foot massage, "Honey, are you okay? If not, we can just wear some flats..."
The word "shoes" hadn't even left his mouth before Cheng Xue stopped him with a reproachful look. Cheng Xue pouted, "This is the only day like this in my whole life, I must look beautiful. Even if my feet blister, I'll accept it."
"Alright, alright, as long as you're happy, anything for you. Don't talk about blisters. Are you trying to break my heart?" Wang Jia Bao furrowed his brows with concern, thought for a moment, and came up with a good idea, "At worst, we'll rest a few more times, and I'll massage your feet..."
Cheng Xue felt pleased and teasingly asked, "Hmm... your skills aren't bad. How long do you plan to massage?"
