"Jas Black, you’re so good to !" Jane Sampson, overwheld with excitent, dashed toward Jas Black and wrapped her arms around his waist, then stood on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on the corner of his lips.
She was so thrilled that she couldn’t help herself.
It felt just like when she was a child and would hug her grandparents in thanks after receiving a long-coveted gift.
Jane’s sudden embrace caught Jas Black off guard, and he almost reflexively wrapped his arms around her waist, scolding in a low voice, "Stand still. Don’t be so rash. You could fall and get hurt."
"No way, I’m so light, you can definitely hold !" Jane wasn’t cowed by Jas Black’s admonishnt. Instead, she twisted a little in his arms, coquettishly stating, "I will definitely start to enjoy going shopping with you!"
After saying this, she stepped back from Jas Black’s arms amidst the envious gazes of the salespeople and returned to the dressing room to change out of the clothes she was trying on.
When it was ti to pay, Jane stood by watching Jas Black take out his card to swipe. She curiously leaned in to glance at him entering his password. Jas Black smiled and asked, "Rembered it?"
Jane, in fact, hadn’t noticed what Jas had pressed; her looking was rely a mont of extra attention to Jas because she was in a good mood. But hearing his question, she pretended to think seriously for a mont and answered, "I’ve rembered it."
"Apart from my salary card, all my other cards use the sa password," Jas said.
Jane looked at Jas in shock, "Why are you telling this?"
Jas bent down to sign without explaining, while the salesperson handed over the neatly packaged clothes to him, and remarked to Jane, "Your boyfriend is so nice to you."
"It’s husband," Jas corrected as he put the pen back in the pen holder.
"You two have such a good relationship," the envy was even more evident in the salesperson’s eyes. "Nowadays, it’s rare to find a mister who has the patience to accompany his madam shopping and can keep her so delighted the entire ti."
Jas turned to look at Jane, who was as joyful as a blooming flower, and grunted in acknowledgnt.
It was rare to make her happy, but there were plenty of opportunities to annoy her.
She was like a little kitten: easy to rile up but also easy to soothe. She needed constant attention.
Jane wandered through the shopping mall from the first floor up, always empty-handed, while Jas increasingly carried more and more bags—from clothes to shoes, purses, and costics. As Jane shopped tirelessly, Jas paid without hesitation.
"The fifth floor is for jewelry," Jane turned her head to look at Jas, then pointed ahead and let out a "Huh" when she saw there seed to be so event. She dropped Jas and scurried toward it.
Jas frowned and quickly caught up with her with his long strides, pulling her back in the blink of an eye.
"Don’t you rember your right hand is injured? Why do you have to run into a crowded place?" Jas pulled the errant Jane back to his side.
"I forgot," Jane laughed ’he he’ and then said, "This shop has so event where you can get a special custom-made spot if you co with your marriage certificate. It has a date requirent, though. The marriage registration ti is not limited by the year, but it must be this month."
Jane then stood next to Jas, murmuring, "When did we get our marriage certificate?"
"..." Jas paused mid-step. "You don’t know?"
This retort carried a tone of displeasure.
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