"I'm not in military attire." The implication was that there was no need to worry about appearances. Lan Tian glanced at Mo Junhua's casual clothes and twitched his lips, then stepped forward into the room.
When she left the house, she had wondered why Mo Junhua had changed out of his military uniform, only to find he had been waiting for her here.
Mo Junhua was someone with backing now. Grandma Sun had said that he should hurry up and have a great-grandchild with the girl. Mo Junhua was working hard on that front, holding hands, hugging, sneaking a kiss or two—it was all within bounds.
He took a few steps to catch up, wrapping his arms around Lan Tian, proclaiming his ownership: "She's taken—so everyone might as well take note."
