Jane Sampson leaned into Jas Black’s arms, breathing softly, feeling her tongue sore from all the kissing—he was just so fierce.
Jane reached out and scratched Jas Black’s waist, "You need to give another kiss card."
"Hmm?" Jas Black lowered his head, touched Jane Sampson’s head, and asked, "You want another kiss?"
He looked troubled, "Forget it, wait until the evening to kiss. I’m afraid you won’t be able to catch your breath."
"???", Jane blinked her eyes, waving a palm in front of Jas’ eyes, "A kiss card lasts five minutes, you just kissed for over ten minutes, so you need to give another kiss card."
The serious calculation of Jane Sampson amused Jas Black.
He caught her small hand, kissed her palm, and laughed, "I thought this should be a gift from you."
Jas Black then rubbed Jane Sampson’s head, leading her inside.
"Sit down, let’s have a good talk about this incident." Jas Black led Jane Sampson to the sofa, then pressed her onto it.
He hadn’t yet opened his mouth when Jane Sampson slowly responded, "I’m not giving it."
"Then let gift it to you, since you seem to enjoy my kisses quite a lot." Jas Black smiled warmly.
Jane Sampson was speechless.
Anyway, when it cos to Jas Black, there’s no way she can win.
Once sothing’s in his hands, getting it back is extrely difficult.
"Let’s talk about the reason for this cold war," Jas Black’s tone beca much more serious.
Jane Sampson’s forehead instantly flashed four words.
Settling scores after the fall.
"Do you know why I’m so upset?" Jas Black asked.
Jane nodded like a pecking chick, responding honestly with a small voice, "I know."
"Since you know, tell why." Jas Black said, "Let hear your reflections from the past two days."
"First, you take for morning runs for my own good; I shouldn’t have been lazy. Second, I shouldn’t have pretended to be sick to make you worried just out of laziness." Jane spoke, her head hanging lower and lower, feeling more and more guilty, "I shouldn’t be so wilful, I’m already grown up but still act like a child, undisciplined, disobedient, and deliberately make you worried."
In that lazy mont, she hadn’t considered any consequences.
Just for that one minute, she didn’t want to get out of bed, wanted to laze around, so she wilfully made up an excuse of feeling unwell, hoping to perfectly skip a day’s morning exercise.
When she lied, she hadn’t considered how worried Jas Black would be.
Since she beca sensible, until now, all her wild behaviour was indulged by Jas Black.
Being with Jas, she brought out all her whims over the past twenty-so years, recklessly always assuming that Jas could tolerate all her little fits.
Including childish tantrums.
"I’m sorry, Jas Black." Jane Sampson apologized sincerely, "I really know I was wrong this ti, I promise to get up on ti every day and go for morning exercises with you."
Saying this, Jane Sampson reached out to tug at Jas Black’s sleeve, "Please don’t ignore anymore, let’s truly make up."
She pleaded pitifully, her eyes wide, looking eagerly at Jas Black.
For a while.
Jas Black finally let out a soft sigh, and reached out to gather her into his arms.
"You’ve reflected well; when you told your head hurt, I was really worried to death. I’m terrified of you feeling unwell, afraid you’re uncomfortable, afraid you’re sick, even more than I’m afraid of your laziness."
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