"Taking wedding photos, writing invitations... Ah, I thought getting married just meant the two of us being a bit tired on the wedding day, but I didn't expect there'd be so much to do," Maimai complained while sitting on a chair.
They were in the courtyard, where there were many people: two dads, and aunties with their clothes. Maimai was writing guests' names on the invitations herself, complaining as she did so.
Sheng Sheng was writing too.
For such matters, it's most sincere for the two of them to write personally, so no one else helped and chatted beside them. Suddenly, while writing, Maimai raised her head, "Right, Sheng Sheng, where's our new house?"
"What new house?"
"Of course, the place we'll live after getting married. Don't tell me you haven't prepared a new house for me?" Maimai pouted and stared at him, "If you dare say you didn't prepare one, I won't marry you!"
Sheng Sheng paused for a minute, then suddenly laughed, "I really didn't prepare one!"
