Han Zhuoli: "…"
He could not even kiss his wife when he was getting married?
Lu Man laughed and tugged on Han Zhuoli's sleeve.
"Okay, I won't kiss anymore," Han Zhuoli could only say.
Shi Xiaoya then stepped aside.
Han Zhuoli bent over and carried Lu Man up from the bed in his arms.
"Let's go get married." Han Zhuoli lowered his head, smiling as he stared at Lu Man.
Lu Man hugged Han Zhuoli around the neck tightly with both hands.
Han Zhuoli sounded as if he was saying, "Let's go, we're going back home!"
Lu Man laughed instantly.
Because even if she was going to get married with Han Zhuoli and not going home, no matter where he was, that would be where her home was.
With him around, that would be where she would belong to.
No matter where they went, as long as they were together, she would feel a sense of belonging.
Lu Man nodded somberly.
