As soon as the phone connected, Jas Black’s voice calling her and a question ca through.
"What did you do wrong?" he asked.
Hearing his tone, Jane Sampson knew that this incident was, after all, unavoidable.
"I was wrong for being disobedient, sneaking snacks," Jane Sampson put on her best apologetic attitude, but then felt the need to further explain, continuing, "But I wasn’t very disobedient, I just had two slices, really, just two slices, just the ones captured in the video, I didn’t sneak more."
"Jas, I truly regret it, I’ll turn over a new leaf, and I won’t do it again." Jane Sampson whined, feigning pity, "I won’t do it again, can you not be angry?"
Can you not be angry?
Jas Black was utterly at a loss on how to respond to her question.
When he saw the video, he was genuinely mad, mad at her for being disobedient and snacking randomly, mad that she didn’t know how to take care of herself, and worried that she’d eat too much and feel uncomfortable tomorrow.
But seeing her admit her mistake, acknowledging her fault, and hearing her aggrieved tone, he couldn’t stay angry anymore.
In this world, only Jane Sampson could make him, Jas Black, feel so stifled.
He worried that if he spoke too harshly, she’d sulk and be unhappy.
But Jane Sampson, ti and again, would cheerfully admit her mistake, yet stubbornly refuse to change.
Jas Black didn’t even know what to do with Jane Sampson.
"So if you slip up again, what then?" Jas Black asked.
"Then just punish by not letting eat double-layer milk curd for a year?" Jane Sampson, hearing Jas’ question, knew her apologetic approach was working.
So, she went all out with this response to test Jas Black.
"Say it again, let record it, so you can’t deny it later," said Jas Black, "Say it again."
"Okay! If I ss up again, then punish by not letting eat double-layer milk curd for a year!" Jane Sampson cooperatively replied, joyfully repeating it for Jas to hear.
Just as she heard Jas’ deep laugh from the other end, carrying a tone of satisfaction, she chuckled lightly too, "Then you should bring double-layer milk curd this weekend!"
Not a question, but a reminder.
How could Jas Black not know about Jane Sampson’s little sches?
"Depends on your performance," Jas Black said.
"Alright!" Jane Sampson replied very cheerfully, "It’s very late, you should quickly go rest."
"Okay," said Jas Black, holding the mobile phone, feeling reluctant to end the call, wanting to hear her voice a bit longer.
But it truly was very late, he could stay up late, but Jane Sampson couldn’t, her filming work wasn’t much easier than his dayti training.
So, even though he was sowhat reluctant, Jas Black still hung up the phone first.
Jane Sampson happily rolled around on the bed with her mobile phone, feeling overjoyed.
She noticed that Jas Black recently had an extrely high tolerance for her, with obvious increases in patience and forbearance.
This made her happiness level rise rapidly.
You know, when she had just reborn, sitting cross-legged on the sofa was enough to make him furrow his brows upon seeing her.
Now, he had grown accustod to her habits, even seeing it, it didn’t evoke any expression.
Jane Sampson gleefully posted on twitter.
@Jane’s Mr. Black double-layer milk curd this weekend, I want a big serving! The super big size! The biggest one possible! — Jane Sampson.
Seeing Jane Sampson post on twitter at this ti, her night owl fans were amused.
Netizen: Our Monkey King of Sampton is definitely the artist who loves posting on twitter the most, as fans, this is such a great perk.
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