"I can understand how she feels," Changqing said empathetically. "In the past, our high school and university had military training. I loved our military training uniform and would wear it every day, even at home."
Song Chuyi scoffed. "Luckily you didn't go to the army."
Changqing chuckled. "I don't want to join the army. I'd be so tan. I prefer sun-tanning by the beach in a swimsuit."
"Sure, I'll let you suntan all you want when we go to the Maldives." Song Chuyi found her funny.
After sending her to the door of the Yan Household, Song Chuyi wasn't in a rush to out of the car. He hugged her for a while in the car.
Changqing lay in his embrace, as though the two were still in their honeymoon period.
She and Song Chuyi skipped the dating process in their relationship and jumped straight into marriage, but their reluctance to part at her doorstep these few days made her feel like they weren't married but were dating.