At this moment, the two had just entered the house. Wen Yan had just stepped in and changed her shoes when Gong Xuan hugged her tightly from behind. "Wife, now I can rightfully call myself your husband."
Gong Xuan was beaming with pride. Wen Yan turned to him, stood on tiptoe, and planted a kiss on his cheek. "You wish!"
Then, she turned fully to face Gong Xuan, raised both hands, wrapped them around his neck, and rested her chin on his shoulder.
The two met once again, though neither had expected that in less than three months' time, they'd already be married.
Wen Yan's embrace made Gong Xuan nuzzle against her cheek and then kiss her lips.
Wen Yan planted her palms firmly against his chest. "I haven't removed my makeup yet. My face is all covered in powder. Stop kissing me!"
Gong Xuan, holding her chin, didn't mind at all and kissed her lips again anyway.
