"You’re going out like this?" Jas Black frowned deeply.
"No way, it’s so cold outside; I definitely need to put on a coat before going out. I’ll take it off when I get to the conference venue." Jane Sampson said "Oh," and then rembered sothing, "You reminded , I can’t forget my heating pad."
Having said that, Jane Sampson patted Jas Black’s shoulder, "Excuse , I need to go to the living room."
But Jas Black continued to stand still. It wasn’t until Jane Sampson raised her hand again to hurry him that he snorted coldly, took Jane Sampson by the waist, and with a neat turn, pressed her against the door panel.
"What are you doing~" Jane Sampson was startled by Jas Black’s forceful action.
Without a word, Jas Black pressed his body against Jane Sampson’s upper body, freeing his hand to tug at the collar of Jane’s formal dress, then reached in and took out the painstakingly stuffed chest pads, one layer and one piece at a ti.
Jane’s face darkened, her hands fiercely trying to protect her chest, glaring furiously, "What are you doing! It took so long to stuff them in there! You took them, now my chest is flat again!"
"I’m not complaining," said Jas Black and after saying that, he reached out again, his expression darkening, "You’re not wearing a bra!"
"Who wears a bra with a formal dress?" Jane Sampson pouted, "Breast stickers are worn."
Hearing Jane’s confidently righteous words and then looking down at her big V-neck formal dress, Jas Black glowered at Jane, "Go change clothes. When you’ve changed to my satisfaction, you can go out."
"You’re a dictator! You tyrant! You’re so old-fashioned!" Jane Sampson kicked at Jas Black.
Seeing the dangerous look written all over his expression, Jane Sampson relented, slowly retracting the foot that kicked him, and after thinking for a sec, nodded, "Then let go first, how can I go back to the cloakroom if you keep pressing down on like this?"
As she spoke, her hand touched the pendant of the necklace she was wearing around her neck.
Jas Black quietly observed Jane Sampson for a few seconds before finally stepping back two paces.
"Go change," he commanded.
Leaning against the door panel, Jane Sampson let out an "Okay," and her hands slowly and stealthily reached for the doorknob.
Counting in her heart.
One.
Two.
Run!
Hitting the doorknob and opening the door, Jane’s movents were almost seamless.
But no matter how fast she moved, she couldn’t surpass Jas Black’s speed.
The man, who had stepped back just monts ago, chased after her as fast as a leopard, and Jane had barely made it half a ter out of the bedroom before he caught her and brought her back.
"Jane Sampson, it looks like you’re asking for it!" Jas Black picked her up by the waist and carried the struggling woman back to the bedroom, then half-threw, half-laid her down on the bed.
Jas Black’s expression was certainly one of anger.
The expression on Jane Sampson’s face was clearly unhappy too.
"Clean up? How are you going to cleanup ? Hit , huh? Hit , hit !" Jane Sampson was defiant, "If you dare hit , I’ll cry for you to see!"
In Jas Black’s heart, there was only one sentence left.
This woman under him had recently been spoiled by him to the point of boldness.
"I, Jas Black, don’t need to lift a finger to deal with you," Jas Black said with a sinister smile. "You don’t want to change, right? If you don’t want to change later and wish to wear that outfit out, I won’t stop you."
He could handle Jane Sampson just with words.
After speaking, Jas Black’s lips pressed down firmly.
Jane Sampson instinctively put her hands over her lips, "No kissing, the lipstick will get smudged!"
However, Jas Black’s target was not her lips, but every inch of her skin that was exposed outside the formal dress.
Except for the arms.
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