Luo Zhiming, recalling those unbearable days in bed when Fang Xiu wouldn't let him touch her, felt a rush of heat through his body and immediately agreed.
He handed the money to Fang Xiu, gently coaxing her, "Alright, alright, my dear wife, don't be angry, here you go, all for you, is that okay now?"
"That's more like it." Fang Xiu gave him a sweet smile and began planning how to spend the money, "Zhiming, I've set my eyes on some stunning fabric at the supply and sales co-op. I'm thinking of getting some to have your eldest sister make me two vests like the ones Hong Lan has."
Luo Zhiming curled his lip, feeling somewhat impatient in his heart.
This woman was completely different from before they got married.
Before their marriage, no matter how much money he spent or how he spent it, she always looked at him with eyes full of admiration as if he was some great hero. She never tried to restrict him; as long as he was happy, she was happy.
