After it was over, Shen Mingzhu lay limply in Pei Yang's arms, not wanting to move, and just as she was drifting off to sleep, she suddenly felt something cool on her neck.
She reached out a hand and touched a delicate necklace.
Upon opening her eyes, she saw a golden necklace with a pink pearl pendant the size of a fingernail hanging from it.
Pei Yang reached for the small mirror on the dressing table and held it up for her, his voice low and gentle, "Do you like it?"
While looking at herself in the mirror, Shen Mingzhu looked up at him, "Are you hiding your own private money?"
Pei Yang pinched her chin, "Do you have to put it in such a dampening way?"
Shen Mingzhu pouted, sat up, and kissed the man on the face, "I love it! Thank you, hubby."
"That's more like it."
"So, are you secretly saving private money?"
Pei Yang: "..."
His gaze settled on Shen Mingzhu.
