"I’ll just hold you," Jas Black tightened his embrace with both hands, hugging her fiercely.
If anyone else had spoken to him like that, they’d have been cleaned up by him long ago.
But Jane Sampson was different, his own wife, whom he had indulged to the point of braveness. It was his own doing, and he had to put up with it.
However, as he looked at Jane’s ferocious deanor, which was actually less fierce than the guard team’s "Great General" in full uniform, Jas couldn’t help but crack a smile, despite the situation calling for a serious face.
"Don’t laugh!" Jane muttered in her heart. She was still sincerely upset, and yet this guy had the audacity to laugh.
The problem was, when he laughed, he was particularly handso, unfairly so. She found it hard to get angry and almost laughed along with him.
"Mmm, won’t laugh," he replied nonchalantly while still smiling at the corner of his mouth as he lifted her from the sofa.
Back in the bedroom, Jas stuffed her into the quilt, "Have a good nap and when you wake up, I’ll take you to the shooting range."
After saying this, he cuddled her close and closed his eyes first.
Jane wiggled in his arms, not feeling sleepy at all.
Lately, she had been waking up early and returning late from the film crew, with no ti for a lunch break, so her habit of taking naps had vanished.
At this ti, she was quite alert.
So when Jas held her like this, it made her uncomfortable everywhere. She tugged at his arm, and then, in a mont, tried to turn over, pushing against his chest.
Just like a restless monkey.
That was what Jas thought at the mont.
"If you don’t want to sleep, we can do sothing else," said Jas, opening his eyes and reaching toward the bedhead cabinet.
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"Sleep! Sleep! Sleep! I’ll sleep!" Jane was so frightened by his action that she quickly grabbed his hand, instantly beca well-behaved, closed her eyes quickly, and pressed her face into his chest.
She’d rather try to summon so drowsiness than to do sothing else with him.
Jas, retracting his arm, rested it on her waist, "You’re asking for it."
The person who was ’asking for it’ had the urge to retort but thought better of it.
For fear that talking back would result in ’doing sothing else.’
Her lower back was still sore now.
At first, she couldn’t fall asleep, but later she slept so deeply.
When she was groggily lifted out of the quilt by Jas, it was already two-fifteen.
"Get up, tidy yourself, and co out. Grandfather is in the living room," Jas reminded her.
"Grandfather is here?" Jane rubbed her eyes, and after she realized what was happening, she imdiately jumped out of bed, quickly freshened up, changed her clothes, and dashed out of the bedroom.
"Grandfather!" Her voice rang out before she even reached the doorway, loud enough that even the neighbors might hear.
Old Master Black liked Jane’s energetic spirit. He was sitting on the sofa, waving to Jane with a smile that turned his eyes into slender lines.
"Grandfather, how co you suddenly visited the guard team?" Jane ran over and sat down next to Old Master Black, all smiles.
"Isn’t it Jas’s birthday today? I rembered and ca over to see, and I didn’t expect you to be here too." Old Master Black had only found out that Jane had co to the guard team last night to celebrate Jas’s birthday after he arrived. He also learned from Peter Gingery that Jane had specially made a birthday cake for Jas.
Old Master Black actually had a soft spot for this granddaughter-in-law. When she was little, she didn’t celebrate her birthdays at her biological father’s ho. After Old Master Black had taken her in, she was already old enough to rember, and being naturally cool and not fond of excitent, coupled with Old Master Black’s own busy schedule, sotis it took him several days to rember. And, naturally, most of her birthdays went uncelebrated.
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