"Yeah," Jas Black responded indifferently and then watched as Jane Sampson pulled out her mobile phone and started logging into the ga. To her, right next to her, he might as well have been air.
Jas Black felt a knot of frustration in his chest, neither rising nor subsiding. He stared at Jane Sampson for a few seconds without her returning the glance. After a long ti, he shifted his gaze to the window.
Jas Black also didn’t notice that, the mont he turned his face away, the person playing the ga secretly breathed a sigh of relief and then quit the ga to send a text ssage to Little Protein Prince.
"Do n also have a period once a month?" Jane Sampson asked Peter Gingery.
??? — Little Protein Prince.
Your brother, he seems in a particularly bad mood today. — Princess Egg-Yolk.
Did you provoke my brother again? Hearing you say that, I don’t have the courage to go back to the Black Residence for a al at noon. — Little Protein Prince.
I’ll make it clear first, it’s not my fault. — Princess Egg-Yolk.
You’re also going back to the Black Residence for lunch? — Princess Egg-Yolk
I’ve changed my mind now, I won’t go back. I’ll imdiately tell my grandfather I have sothing urgent and won’t return at noon. — Little Protein Prince.
Jane Sampson: ...
There’s a phrase MMP, not sure if it should be said or not.
You get back here! — Princess Egg-Yolk.
However, by the ti Jane Sampson got back to the Black Residence, Peter Gingery hadn’t replied even with a punctuation mark.
Coward!
Jane Sampson cursed Peter Gingery in her heart as she watched Jas Black retrieving the luggage from the trunk. Such a coward, contemptible!
When Jane Sampson was almost at the Black Residence, she had already inford Old Master Black on WhatsApp, so he was waiting in the courtyard for the two of them. As soon as Jane got out of the car, the Great General sprinted toward her, hopping around Jane excitedly, wagging his tail non-stop, barking at her.
"Good boy," Jane said as she patted the head of the Great General, who then stopped jumping but still followed Jane step by step into the house.
"How is your body? Hearing from Jas Black that he went to the small town to pick you up yesterday morning, we were all terrified," Brooke Black looked at Jane Sampson, sizing her up. "Your complexion looks fine; you should be okay now."
"I’m fine, sorry to make auntie and grandfather worried about ," Jane Sampson felt a bit apologetic; she hadn’t ant to make these seniors worry about her, but the timing of Jas Black’s call had been too coincidental.
At her most vulnerable and saddest, his call made her burst into tears and involuntarily reveal her frailty.
"I saw on your Monts that you went to Tooth Spring to play yesterday afternoon?" Old Sir cheerfully waved his phone at Jane Sampson. "I looked at the photos you took; they look nice. You look good, and so does the scenery. Even Jas Black looks good. You and your husband, it’s the first ti you had a photo together, right?"
Yesterday afternoon, Jane Sampson excitedly dragged Jas Black into taking many photos, but they were mostly close-up selfies of the two of them, and later, when Jas Black returned the motorbike, he had his teammates help them take so full-body photos. However, the photos were still with Jas Black, and Jane Sampson had not yet seen them.
Feeling awkward, Jane Sampson glanced at Jas Black to see that he was also looking at her. Thinking of the inexplicable Cold War and the morning’s quarrel, Jane thought that for the sake of the photos, she might as well be the first to soften.
"Jas," Jane Sampson walked towards Jas Black and reached out, "hand your phone, I want to see our group photo from yesterday afternoon."
Jas Black said nothing and simply handed over the phone.
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