Pei Mu Nian had already pulled her over with one hand, "bang" sound, pressed her against the glass door. His thin lips were close to her ear, and his warm breath sprayed on her earlobe. He spoke word by word, "Wan Wan, I agree with what you said earlier, especially that sentence, 'quarrels at the head of the bed are settled at the foot'. Matters between husband and wife should indeed be resolved in bed."

  Pei Muni enunciated clearly, especially emphasizing the word "bed".

  Su Wan said those words without thinking much, but unexpectedly Pei Mu Nian would misinterpret them like that, her cheeks suddenly flushed bright red.

  Pei Muni appreciated the red glow on Su Wanwan's face, his eyes dimmed, and his voice lowered, "So, we can try again."

  As soon as the words fell, Su Wanwan had no time to react, and Pei Muni had already lowered his head and kissed her.

  Su Wan had a moment of confusion, and even symbolically pushed Pei Mochen, but he grabbed her hand and pressed it to his side. She couldn't move, and could only let him do as he pleased...

  -

  Pei Muniang and Su Wannan were like newlyweds, their days becoming sweet and lovely once again.

  Before, Su Wanwan had never felt that she was married. After all, her marriage to Pei Mochen was more like a tragic transaction. However, on that day they agreed to put aside their past and start anew. From then on, she truly began to take her marriage seriously, treating Pei Mochen as her husband and the villa as her home.

  She had lived here for so long, but because she thought of herself as just a temporary guest, she hadn't put her heart into decorating the villa. She had left it as it was before, and even feared that she would mess it up. But now it was different, this was her own home, and she wanted to decorate it with her own hands, making the home she shared with Pei Mochen warm and cozy.

  So in the evening, Su Wanwan held a home decor album and went to knock on the door of the study.

  "Come in!"

  Su Wanwan pushed open the door and saw Pei Muni sitting behind a large desk, staring at the computer, occasionally tapping his fingers on the keyboard. He was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looking serious and hardworking, exuding an aura of restraint and sensuality that was extremely captivating.

  Su Wanwan couldn't help but feel a little infatuated, after all these years, she still can't help being stunned by his appearance.

  She came to find him, wanting to ask if she could redecorate their home, but it seems he's busy now.

  Su Wan saw this and didn't want to disturb him at work, so she stopped in her tracks. "If you're busy, I'll come back later."

  Pei Muni's gaze shifted from the computer to Su Wanwan, taking off his glasses and speaking in a lazy tone, "Not busy, what's up?"

  Su Wanwan's eyebrows curved slightly as she walked in with light steps, saying softly: "Actually, it's nothing much, I just wanted to ask if I can redecorate the house a bit. The color scheme at home is a bit too gloomy now."

  Pei Mu Nian was used to cold color tones, so the whole villa was this color scheme. Su Wanwan liked warm and bright colors, after all, only in this way can you feel at home!

  Home.

  These two words, Su Wanwan said so naturally, as if something had slightly plucked the strings of Pei Mochen's heart.

  It's been so long since they got married, and this is the first time Su Wanwan has ever said something like that. She seems to have really... put their marriage, and even him, in her heart?

  Pei Mu Nian's eyebrows and eyes were tinged with a hint of gentleness, his lips involuntarily curling up at the corners. "What do you like?"

  Is this what she arranged?