Chen Nan used his foot to nudge the door closed and said, "I'm hugging my wife, anyone dares to look will get trashed."
Lan Yuqin pinched his arm, "Look at you being all smug."
"Why wouldn't I be smug? Turning my former teacher into my wife, it's a dream many men have but can't achieve," Chen Nan boasted a bit.
Lan Yuqin rolled her eyes, pulling him inside, "Alright, stop showing off, come and practice calligraphy with me."
"What? Again with the calligraphy?"
Chen Nan was speechless. Back when he was her student, he practiced with her plenty!
Lan Yuqin said, "What, you're not happy about it?"
"No, no, whatever the wife says goes. Come on, let's practice calligraphy." The two of them walked hand in hand to the desk.
Lan Yuqin laid out the brush, ink, paper, and ink stone, "We're not using pens today; I want to practice brush calligraphy."
