If I Had to Transmigrate, Couldn’t You At Least Give Me a Bowl?

[Alternate history + no System + comedy + no misery porn + no brainless decisions]

"Please be gentle with me, my husband..." Ning Xiaoyu lay on the bed, turning her flushed face aside. Her voice carried a hint of bashfulness and anticipation.

"I'll... do my best..." Ning Ergou's hands trembled nervously as he tried to undo Ning Xiaoyu's clothes, but after fumbling for ages, he hadn't made any progress. He said helplessly, "Wife, these clothes of yours... I should've made them with a zipper. Snaps would've worked too... This is just... way too much trouble."

"Husband, don't tug at it. You'll tear it." Ning Xiaoyu looked at her bridal gown anxiously, afraid Ning Ergou would ruin it.

"If it tears, I'll make you another one..." Ning Ergou was frantic with impatience and began tugging hard.

Seeing this, Ning Xiaoyu hurriedly covered her bridal gown with her hands and pleaded, "No, I want this one. I'll pass it down to our daughter someday..."

Ning Ergou stopped and asked curiously, "How do you know it'll be a girl?"

"I just know. And if it's a boy, we'll have another one, and keep going until we have a girl," Ning Xiaoyu said, sounding a little defiant.

"Won't you get tired?" Ning Xiaoyu's words truly stunned Ning Ergou.

"Your wife is already tired, and you still haven't undone it. Move aside, I'll do it myself!" Ning Xiaoyu sprang up from the bed and started undressing. But after struggling for a long time, she still couldn't get it off. In the end, she could only look at Ning Ergou apologetically and say with a coquettish pout, "Um... husband, it seems I'm at a loss too... How about we try another day?"