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Zhao Yunlan grins towards Shen Wei, leaning his weight into him. His arms are wrapped around Shen Wei’s waist, and he nuzzles against the side of his neck.
“What do you think, wife?” Zhao Yunlan asks, gaze flicking up to the house around them.
It’s their own house—not just Zhao Yunlan’s anymore, but theirs, a testament to their relationship and the love they feel for one another.
Shen Wei breathes out slowly, cheeks warm. Before he can answer, Zhao Yunlan grins and kisses his neck.
“Why don’t we christen the new house together, wife?”
Shen Wei smacks his side.