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It’s not hard to imagine the mix of emotions Jane Sampson must have felt when she woke up in the middle of the night, feeling too hot and realizing she was in soone’s arms again—damn it.
But because she was too sleepy, after she threw off the air conditioning quilt, Jane didn’t bother to push Jas Black away. He was highly alert; as soon as she pushed him, he would wake up. And once awake, he would only pull her back anyway. It wasn’t worth the futile effort.
Before drifting back to sleep, Jane thought that next ti, she’d go to the shopping mall and buy a 1.5 ters tall large cloth doll for Jas. Since he seed to have a habit of holding sothing while sleeping, he might as well hug the doll instead of tornting her.
Sumr days always dawn early, and at over five o’clock, the man in the bed opened his eyes on schedule. A pair of black pupils landed on the woman with the ssy hair sleeping in his arms.
Perhaps this was the first ti in many years of marriage that Jane had slept in his arms with such a lack of guard, or rather, had slept by his side so relaxed and naturally.
So naturally, in fact, that at the mont he opened his eyes, it was as if his heart had been gently tapped by sothing, very softly, like a feather—tapping once and then sweeping over.
Jane’s skin was very good, soft and pale.
They say ti is a woman’s greatest enemy, but to Jas, it seed to favor Jane. She appeared just as beautiful as she was before their marriage, even now.
Her fair face had no speckles or wrinkles, not even the acne he saw last ti left any marks on her face.
Jane was the kind of beauty that stunned at first glance, and definitely the kind that grew more appealing the more one looked.
Without a doubt, when they t again after many years before their marriage, the reason Jas finally agreed to marry was partly because he thought their children would also be beautiful if he had a beautiful wife.
But back then, Jas believed Jane’s beauty was rely superficial.
Jas gently withdrew his hand, intending to get out of bed without waking her to wash up. However, as soon as he moved his hand, he still ended up waking Jane.
"I’m going to wash up; you keep sleeping," Jas said, gently pulling the quilt that she had kicked to the foot of the bed back up to cover her chest and belly.
Jane owned a cabinet full of PJs, but Jas had only ever seen her wear a complete set of top and pants for sleepwear.
Oh, that’s right, the last ti at the hotel in City C was an exception.
Still heavy with sleep, Jane sat up anyway, her reaction slow as a dazed goose, her eyes looking at Jas, not knowing what to think, or perhaps her body was awake while her mind was still sleeping.
"You keep sleeping," Jas said, his voice tinged with a hint of laughter. Though he didn’t really want to wake Jane, her confused and silly appearance was amusing to watch.
Only in the mornings when she had just woken up could he see this side of her, a stark contrast to how she was when fully alert.
Right after Jas finished speaking, Jane lay back down stiff as a robot receiving a signal and closed her eyes again. The only action Jane took that was not part of Jas’ command was a leg lift, which kicked the quilt off the bed onto the floor with one swift kick.
Jas rested his hand on his forehead, wondering if there was a doctor who could cure this habit of kicking quilts.
Having no other choice with Jane, Jas adjusted the air conditioner in the room up by two degrees and then turned to go wash up.
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