"Jane Sampson, have I ever told you?" Jas Black’s fingertips gently pinched Jane’s face, "Curse all you want, call a rascal all you like, but don’t you dare add ’old’ in front of it!"
Jane blinked at Jas, and then, changing tactics, she opened her mouth and let out three words, "Old~ Overlord."
Combined, the two characters for ’overlord’ were not as long as the sound of the word ’old’. Anyone with half a brain could tell Jane was doing it on purpose.
"You’ve really grown up," Jas realized suddenly that he didn’t know what to do with Jane at this mont.
"Mark it down once, a total of three marks, and you’re in for a heavy penalty!"
Beyond that, Jas couldn’t think of any other thod for the ti being.
"Old rascal! Old Overlord! Old turtle!" After Jane spoke, she grinned and laughed triumphantly.
Jas felt his head ache; when Jane caused a fuss, she was really too much...
He wanted to strangle her.
"I’m going to run you a bath." Jas let her go and stood up to fill the bathtub for Jane, while behind him, he could hear a certain woman’s increasingly smug laughter.
Give her three colors, and she’ll open up a dyeing workshop indeed.
In the bathroom, Jas turned on the tap and watched the tub gradually fill with water, then turned to look at himself in the mirror.
Back then, after a month of field training, he’d gotten quite tanned. Peter Gingery mocked him, saying he looked like an African, a bit exaggerated but he did darken several shades, indeed.
Jas wondered if he should ask Peter if there were any beauty products for n that could help him whiten up a bit?
Or maybe so anti-aging?
Antioxidant?
Those terms seed to crop up often in won’s costics advertisents.
As for anti-wrinkle?
After examining his face in the mirror for a long ti, Jas was confident that he didn’t need any anti-wrinkle products yet.
And with that, he felt relieved.
A few minutes later, when he stepped out of the bathroom, the woman in the bed had already fallen deeply asleep, in a not-so-graceful position that had left her hair plastered across her face.
Jas approached and called out to her softly, "Jane?"
When he didn’t hear a response, Jas laughed to himself; it seed that he really had worn her out tonight.
Gently, Jas picked up the woman from the bed. Looking at all the hickeys he’d left on her body, his eyes darkened slightly with an intense emotion.
He adored her like this.
In his arms, she slept soundly and sweetly, as docile as a little kitten.
He also adored the way her body bore his marks.
It made her even more sexy and enchanting.
Jas placed her in the bathtub and washed her with gentle movents. Worried she might catch a cold from soaking too long, he didn’t let her stay in too long before lifting her out and dressing her in pajamas. Only then did he cover her with the quilt for her to continue sleeping soundly.
From this sleep, Jane felt she slept incredibly deeply, yet when she awoke, she still felt as exhausted as if she hadn’t rested at all last night, as though she’d been running all night.
Sore all over, she didn’t even want to move.
Sensing the person holding her was awake, Jane looked up at Jas.
"Morning," Jas greeted the woman looking at him from his arms with a cheerful voice, then sat up.
"Yes, it’s very early," Jane glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside, "Why are you getting up this early?"
"Morning exercise," Jas replied.
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Jane was imdiately alard, clinging tightly to Jas’s waist, "No going! You’re not allowed! I’m not going! And neither should you!"
The beast! After tornting her like that last night, early in the morning, he still darn well wanted to drag her to morning exercise!
This guy’s energy must be sothing he got for free with a phone recharge, right? It doesn’t cost anything!
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