After a year, the house Wang Yan had bought for Yang Xiaoyun in Xicheng was finally finished being renovated. It had also been aired out for quite some time, and they could finally move in.
They did not invite anyone over for a housewarming. On an ordinary afternoon, Wang Yan simply cooked a tableful of dishes, and he and Yang Xiaoyun ate and drank together.
Their real emotions came out after the meal.
Yang Xiaoyun was no less emotional than when they had first bought the house a year ago—if anything, she felt even more strongly now.
She had followed the entire renovation from start to finish, bought all kinds of furniture, and carefully arranged flowers and plants. Normally, she came by to open the windows and air out the formaldehyde. Whenever it rained, snowed, or blew hard, no matter where she was or what she was doing—even if she was at work or asleep—she always acted at once, rushing to the new house to close the windows before she could rest easy. Even though they had already paid a company to remove the formaldehyde...
Whenever she had free time and Wang Yan was not with her, she would sit on the sofa in the new house and watch TV. She had already made so many plans for the place.
Where Wang Yan would work, where she would do her makeup, where they would make love, which room their future child would live in, and so on.
It was through that process that her anticipation had built to its peak. And on the day they truly moved in, those expectations became reality, unleashing her emotions to the fullest.
After making love, Yang Xiaoyun lay contentedly and languidly in Wang Yan's arms, letting her big treasure play with her body like