After all, it was the heaviest snowfall in ten years.
"Who are you thinking about?" Rosalie's voice could be heard.
Jacob was delighted. He turned around and saw her standing behind him in a snow-white coat.
"You, of course." He laughed and picked her up, then spun her around a few times.
"Hey, stop. We're in a public place. There are people watching." She hit his shoulder and spoke coquettishly.
"What are you afraid of? It's none of their business that I'm being intimate with my wife," he retorted indifferently.
"Don't call me your wife before we get married." She gritted her teeth and glared at him.
"I like to call you my wife." He smiled and then said, "You must be very busy these days."
"It's okay. We went to a few places, but we haven't found the place where
