"I'm practically gasping for air because of you…" Xia Qingrou said.
Shen Mochen then loosened his grip a little.
Xia Qingrou gave him a light punch, "You dolt, are you trying to kill me, plotting to murder your own wife? Tell me, did you secretly buy insurance for me?"
Shen Mochen joked on purpose as well, "Yes, I bought you a ten-million insurance policy, so when you die, all that money will be mine."
"That's going too far, am I only worth ten million?" Xia Qingrou puffed up her chest indignantly, her eyes shimmering, "I should be worth at least a hundred billion, right?"
"Ah, of course, of course. Then you absolutely mustn't die now, I'll go get you a hundred billion worth of insurance tomorrow," Shen Mochen said, embracing Xia Qingrou and nibbling at her ear.
"Oh you, you really are plotting against your own wife, the heart of a man is the most venomous!" Xia Qingrou feigned anger and turned her back, "I'm also going to buy insurance for you tomorrow."
