Suppressing a smile at the corner of her lips, Jane Sampson went back to WhatsApp and imdiately sent him a ssage.
It’s very late now, I’m going to rest, good night! —— Jas Black’s wife.
To the person who was waiting for Jane Sampson’s reply and quickly opened the ssage to read it, his expression darkened like ink after seeing the ssage.
Really...
It was always the case, either she wasn’t angry at him, or she was preparing to be.
She couldn’t be hit or scolded; she was his wife, after all, and all he could do was indulge her.
That night, Jane Sampson even dread about Jas Black, not because she missed him too much, but because she dread that Jas, with a black face, turned into a tiger glaring at her. She poked at his black face, and then he opened his mouth big and swallowed her up.
Then, Jane Sampson woke up frightened.
Upon opening her eyes, she saw it was just past five o’clock.
Yesterday after finishing the drama, Jas Chip told her she could co in a bit later today, so at this ti Coco Edwards hadn’t co to knock on Jane’s door to wake her up yet.
The first thing Jane did upon waking was to grab her mobile phone and check WhatsApp. Seeing that Jas had not replied to her ssages and that it was still early, she logged onto Twitter, first scrolled through her own Twitter, replied to a few netizens’ comnts and ssages, and then entered Jas’s Twitter.
Yesterday when she checked, Jas had just posted an update, and there were only five comnts underneath.
Now, she saw that last night at midnight, Jas had posted another tweet, and the comnts underneath had already reached over twenty.
I solemnly declare, Jane Sampson is mine! To those netizens who have changed their nicknas excessively, I hope you change them back! —— Jane Sampson’s Mr. Black.
Jane Sampson imdiately clicked into the comnts below his tweet.
Netizen: This must be the most domineering fan in the world.
Netizen: One can feel his crazy obsession with Goddess Sampson from the language of this unique gentleman.
Netizen: Sick beyond cure, a domineering sickness, don’t know if it’s treatable.
Netizen: Not changing! Absolutely not changing! Little Jane belongs to all of us, not just you! Hmph! Even if she were to belong to anyone, it wouldn’t just be you.
Netizen: ...I don’t accept anything but you.
Netizen: Goddess Sampson is mine! Mine! Mine! Need to say it three tis because it’s important.
And these very active comnting netizens all have one similar kind of nickna, such as:
Goddess Sampson’s Mr. First Family Branch.
Little Jane’s Lifeti Love.
Jane Sampson’s Mr. Little Squid.
Jane Sampson’s Mr. Lee.
Jane Sampson’s Little Miss.
And so on, nas like these, where one can almost always find information related to Jane Sampson.
Jane Sampson burst out laughing upon seeing these people’s nicknas; no wonder Jas was set off.
Although Jas’s Twitter handle had Jane Sampson’s na, it was ultimately a secondary account, so the ssages and comnts underneath were not very active. Jane quickly finished reading them and then logged out of Twitter.
With nothing else to do and it still being early, Jane Sampson logged into the ga.
She had been very busy these past few days, and it had been a long ti since she had logged in. Seeing that there were so new ga rules updated, Jane directly opened the announcents to browse through them.
At this ti, it was still early. Jane originally didn’t expect any of her friends to be online, yet shortly after, she received a private ssage.
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