The words on the tip of her tongue were swallowed back by the man’s kiss.

It was urgent and direct, without a hint of hesitation or consideration, as if he only wanted to express his emotions with this straightforward enthusiasm.

An Ran didn’t know what was happening, but she could feel that the man in front of her was sharing his feelings with her in his unique way, and she could sense those indescribable emotions.

Those deep, pool-like black eyes held a hint of ambiguous mist, yet they reflected the small shadow of the girl.

Looking at his little wife’s big eyes, like black grapes, blinking with confusion and the mistiness that lingered after passion, Mu Xingfeng’s eyes held a smile. He wrapped his arms around her, lifted her up, and placed her onto the desk. "Wife, I love you."

An Ran curled her lips into a smile, her eyes bending into crescents, the happiness shining in her crescent-like eyes, "Husband, I love you too."

...

"Lifang, why haven’t you finished taking in the clothes yet? It’s time to make dinner," Li Dajun came out of the study and saw Sun Lufang standing on the balcony, one hand tugging at the clothes, looking like she was either taking them in or not, her neck stretched long, her eyes looking into the distance.

"What are you looking at now?"

Knowing his wife’s habit, Li Dajun muttered, stepping forward to help her bring in the clothes.

"Dajun, look at Doctor Mu’s house in the front building; these two people are just too careless. You didn’t see it just now, Doctor Mu hugging his wife like this... tsk tsk tsk..."

Sun Lufang clicked her tongue as she spoke, looking difficult to bring up, yet her eyes still lingered on the view in front.

Li Dajun chuckled at her expression, "Doctor Mu’s wife rarely comes by. They are together so little and apart so much. Seeing his wife, of course, he would lose control. So what if he’s a bit passionate? Wasn’t I passionate with you just the other day?"

"Oh, you..." Sun Lufang playfully pinched Li Dajun, making him laugh heartily.

Thinking of that afternoon a few days ago, even after being married to Li Dajun for so many years, Sun Lufang still blushed.

That day, she thought Li Dajun really wasn’t feeling well. His body temperature was shockingly hot, and she thought he had a high fever.

It wasn’t until she got home that she realized this guy had been drugged with that kind of potion.

Ever since that day, her husband seemed to have had an epiphany, and now their relationship is sweetened, like honey.

In the past, if he saw her being slow with the laundry, he would only complain a bit. Where would he bother to come over and help her bring them in?

"Dajun, I heard that the job transfer next month is coming up, and the director praised you in the meeting. Does this mean you have a chance this time?"

Sun Lufang redirected her attention to Li Dajun, who was watching a military program on the sofa, after the couple across the way had left the study.

"Why do you, a housewife, bother with these things? Won’t you know when the transfer order comes?"

Li Dajun said indifferently, changing the channel.

"Of course, I need to be concerned. How old are you now? If we consider your qualifications, you have the most seniority. You’ve been at Nan’an Hospital for a long time, but the longer it is, the fewer opportunities you’ll have for transfer. They say that if you don’t make a move now, you’ll be stuck in this position for the rest of your life. Do you want to sit at the hospital clinic forever?"

"If I sit in the clinic forever, then so be it. Your husband is already a physician now; do you think he can’t support you?" Li Dajun smiled at Sun Lufang, remote in hand.

Sun Lufang, seeing his attitude, knew that this man never took her words seriously. Having been in the hospital for so many years, if he had a bit of ambition, he wouldn’t have stayed in the same position for so many years.