Cecilia Adler beamed. "Of course." She had spent a while knitting a scarf, and now she wrapped it around his neck. "This black really brings out the fairness of your skin. Say, you seem to have gotten a bit paler." He'd had a dark, sun-kissed tan when he first got back.
Ian Quincy said, "On the farm, you're out in the elements all day. There's no chance of getting paler there."
"You've worked so hard." Cecilia Adler tenderly cupped his face and leaned in for a quick peck.
Ian Quincy's gaze instantly darkened. He swept her up into his arms. "You started this."
Cecilia Adler buried her face in his chest, letting out a shy "mhm."
...
For the next few days, Cecilia Adler stayed at home, spending her time buying groceries and cooking. Life was peaceful and comfortable.
It was just that her wallet was emptying a bit too quickly.
In just two weeks of marriage, she had spent twenty yuan.
