Jas Black really didn’t know whether to say Jane Sampson was greedy, or to praise her for being easily satisfied.
"Tomorrow I want two cups! One in the afternoon, one in the evening! The day after tomorrow, one cup! The remaining three cups will be pushed to next weekend and the weekend after that." Jane Sampson planned well, this way, she could eat double-layer milk curd for three consecutive weeks.
"It’s doable." Jas Black nodded, "If you indeed gained 5 catties, I agree to this request."
For so reason, after hearing Jas Black’s words, Jane Sampson had a vague bad premonition.
As if this double-layer milk curd might, probably, go sour.
"Let weigh if you’ve gained weight." Jas Black bent down and directly lifted Jane Sampson up.
Among girls, Jane Sampson wasn’t short, but she was very slim, so slim that when held in arms, Jas Black almost felt nothing.
"Jane Sampson, have you really gained 5 catties?" Jas Black asked steadily while holding Jane Sampson.
"I really have~" Jane Sampson struggled desperately, "Your hand is not a scale, how can you weigh accurately by holding , I really gained 5 catties."
"That’s true, holding is not as accurate as a scale." Jas Black actually nodded.
Jane Sampson’s sense of crisis suddenly surged up.
But seeing Jas Black put her back on the bed, Jane Sampson was puzzled—why did it seem a little different from what she originally thought?
Just as Jane Sampson was confused, Jas Black suddenly reached out and swiftly removed her pajamas and sleeping pants.
???!!!
Jane Sampson was utterly shocked, instinctively reaching out to cover her chest, "You rogue!"
She had just finished her bath and there was nothing worn beneath the pajama.
"Hmm." Surprisingly, Jas Black acknowledged and nodded, his gaze sweeping over her chest.
Little swindler, not one bit heavier, may have even lost weight.
Jas Black picked her up from the bed again and walked towards the bathroom.
Weighing scales are usually placed near the bathroom or cloakroom, so Jas Black found it instantly.
He stood there with Jane Sampson completely bare in his arms, looked at the numbers on the scale, "Open your eyes and look down."
"No~" Jane Sampson pouted and kept her eyes shut tight.
Just now she was wondering why Jas Black didn’t directly carry her to weigh her and put her on the bed instead, realizing this guy was even more ruthless, beastly, and shaless than she thought!
"Know how much I weigh?" Jas Black asked.
"I do! Hmph!" Jane Sampson answered even louder than Jas Black asked, the guiltier she felt, the more she pretended to be aggressive.
"Good that you know, now just subtract the number you see now and tell what’s the answer to this math problem." Jas Black glanced at Jane Sampson who was clinging onto him tightly, face buried into his chest and tutted, "How did you weigh yourself just now?"
Jane Sampson played dumb, staying silent.
"Carrying a suitcase on your shoulder?" Jas Black said, then shook his head and asked another question, "Did you wear all your clothes just now?"
Jane Sampson’s eyebrows twitched.
Jas Black imdiately knew he guessed right.
Jas Black was amused by Jane Sampson.
"You always manage to co up with a way, Jane Sampson." Laughing, Jas Black stepped off the scale, carried Jane Sampson back to the bed, and gently placed her back, pressing down slightly.
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