A grab, a hoist, a force exertion, and a beautiful shoulder throw followed by a hefty body swooshing through the air, then crashing heavily onto the ground. Since the bedroom floor was carpeted and Ye Tian had ample experience being thrown, he wasn't as disheveled as last time, and he got up smoothly to head straight for the door without looking back.
"What are you doing?"
"Closing the door."
"Why close the door?"
"To take care of you."
"You dare!"
"Then let you take care of me."
Shameless.
Ye Tian closed the door and, giggling, sat down next to Tang Su again, watching her knit a sweater, stitch by stitch. He had no idea where she learned this skill; he couldn't find any sweater in shops embroidered with so many flowers and looking so beautiful.
"Wifey."
"Hmm." Her fingers darting between the yarn remained agile.
"Let's go get our marriage license tomorrow."
