Jane Sampson glanced at Jas Black out of the corner of her eye, seeing that he was still staring at the yogurt in her hand. She then leaned over to Jas Black’s side, raised his hand to her own belly, and said, "Rub it again."
Jas Black chuckled, lowered his head, and gave her a kiss on the corner of her mouth, taking away the yogurt from her lips along with it.
The red date flavored yogurt wasn’t even half as sweet as her.
"Don’t want dicine?" Jas Black asked.
"No way, I don’t want people knowing I overate, it’s so embarrassing," Jane Sampson mumbled softly, "I still care about my face."
Jas Black’s movents as he rubbed her belly were very gentle. Jane Sampson was slim, with almost no extra flesh on her abdon; when she was full, her stomach only bulged a tiny bit.
After walking back for a while, drinking a bit of yogurt, and stopping the burping, her stomach didn’t feel much anymore.
Once comfortable, her brain started hatching mischievous ideas again.
A pair of eyes sneakily glanced at Jas Black’s pocket several tis.
It was hard for Jas Black not to notice.
He dispelled Jane Sampson’s plans with just one sentence.
"Intentional damage, tenfold compensation."
Saying this, he lightly flicked Jane Sampson’s forehead with his finger, "Don’t have any bad ideas, be good."
Jane Sampson moaned for a bit, then slumped on the sofa, displaying a look of utter despair and gloom.
However, this state lasted less than three seconds for her.
Quickly she perked up again, directly wrapping her arms around Jas Black, kneeling on the soft sofa, and burrowing into Jas Black’s arms, "I’ve given you my gift, so when will I get yours?"
After saying this, she reached out both hands toward Jas Black, "Now?"
Jas Black took her hand to his lips, kissed it, gave a gentle hum, then led her off the sofa and brought Jane Sampson into the study.
Upon entering, Jane Sampson imdiately saw a box that had been wrapped up, clearly prepared as a Valentine’s Day gift for her.
On top of the box lay a card, with seven words written in black pen.
Valentine’s gift for my wife.
The seven words, all written by Jas Black himself, each had his distinct style.
Just this one sentence on the card made Jane Sampson’s heart feel sweet.
She also had great expectations for the gift Jas Black had given.
"Can I open it now?" Jane Sampson rubbed her small hands together, smiling as she went to hug the gift.
"Yes." Jas Black sat directly in the chair behind the office desk, even found a pair of scissors for Jane Sampson, handed it to her, then sat quietly watching Jane Sampson unwrap the gift.
The gift inside was personally assembled by him, and the materials outside, he personally bought and wrapped.
With the help of scissors, Jane Sampson’s unwrapping speed was fast, quickly tearing off the packaging, and opening the box to see what was inside.
A gun.
Or rather, a gun assembled from old bullet cases.
At first glance, it looked authentic enough to deceive; seeing it for the first ti startled Jane Sampson, making her think Jas Black had gotten her a real gun.
Upon closer inspection, she realized it was a simulation handgun assembled from bullet cases.
"These bullet cases are from when I participated in various shooting competitions with the guardian team at university; they symbolize my honors from back then. I’ve kept them until now, not throwing them away," Jas Black explained to Jane Sampson the origin of these bullet cases.
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