Su Chaoyang followed behind her, then suddenly strode forward, scooped her up by the waist, and teased, "So, Comrade Commander, may I misbehave now?"
Mu Xiangwan laughed and screamed, quickly wrapping her arms around his neck, "You still have the mood for this?!"
"Of course! I need to make up for what we missed earlier!"
He tossed her onto the big bed in the bedroom, and Mu Xiangwan's gaze immediately landed on the red silk ribbons decorating the ceiling. It was only then she realized his room had been adorned. "Who'd have thought you guys—a bunch of burly men—could be so meticulous and crafty!"
"Hmph! As if this room isn't my wedding chamber? Who'd dare not give their all?" Su Chaoyang took off his military jacket, and just as he finished speaking, he pounced forward, cupping his wife's delicate face and kissed her deeply.
