Sotis Jane Sampson couldn’t help being playful, lifting her head and splashing Granny Sampson all over with water. She might also have caught a glimpse of him as he passed by her ho doorway, and she rembered, as a little girl, she had once smiled at him drenched like that.
The girl knew nothing of the world back then, her happiness was pure and simple.
Not like later, when her mind was filled with troubles.
Jane’s hair was soft, but she had a lot of it. Jas Black was afraid of handling it too roughly, so he washed it sowhat slowly.
By the ti he finished pouring the water, had placed the chair and returned to the room, he saw Jane crouching in front of the drawer, diligently sorting out the hairdryer’s sowhat long cord. He stepped forward and took the hairdryer from her hand.
"Sit down," Jas Black pointed to a chair by her side.
Upon seeing Jas Black like this, Jane imdiately nodded, her obedience uncharacteristic, with both legs together, and one hand gently resting on her knee, she sat like a student.
Looking at Jane this way, Jas Black inexplicably smiled lowly and tugged up the corner of his mouth.
He patted her head. "I’m not giving you a lesson, you don’t have to sit so stiffly, just relax and be comfortable."
"You said so?" Jane questioned with a ’huh’, then quickly stood up, took her mobile phone from under the pillow, and sat back down.
It was one thing to play with her mobile phone, but she went further by resting her head on Jas Black’s chest, finding a support point so her hair wouldn’t obstruct her view while playing gas on her phone.
A sudden throbbing began at Jas Black’s temple.
"Jane Sampson, are you trying to start a dyeing workshop here?" Jas Black called out, na and surna included, to the person already logged into the ga.
Jane slowly lifted her head, blinked her eyes, and glanced at his clothes dampened by her hair.
After a few seconds of silence, Jane took a big towel, draped it over herself, and turned to face away from Jas Black. With a hee-hee laugh, she asked, "Is this alright now?"
Jas Black held back and humd in response.
The sound of the hairdryer gradually covered Jane’s laughter. Sitting behind her, Jas Black did not notice that Jane, who had been sitting upright playing on her phone, had at so point placed the mobile on the table.
She didn’t speak, seemingly daydreaming as she stared at the person in the dressing mirror.
There were two people, one in front of the other.
One was slowly smiling at the mirror, the other was busy working behind her, one hand holding the hairdryer, the other moving about atop her head.
"Jas Black."
Jane called out his na, and knowing he didn’t respond, she realized he couldn’t hear her.
"Jas Black," Jane called out again.
Still no response from Jas Black, Jane kept repeating his na like a wind-up toy, her smile deepening with each call.
"Jas Black, are you always going to be this nice to ? By always, I an forever."
Behind the final calling of his na, Jane secretly added a line.
That evening, Jane suddenly understood a lyric from a song.
The favored ones are always fearless.
Fearlessly pampered, fearlessly affected.
Just like she was tonight.
Feeling as though she was Jas Black’s favorite, allowing her antics, her laughter.
The daydreaming Jane didn’t realize that Jas Black’s hand paused for just a mont after she said that line, for a fleeting second, too fast to be noticed.
In the mirror, the person who had been focused on working had sohow turned his gaze to the front.
To the girl in the mirror who was laughing.
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