"I don’t want to do a morning run!" Jane Sampson gritted her teeth.
"Then let’s do a night run," Jas Black raised an eyebrow, "Your physical strength isn’t up to par."
The corners of Jane Sampson’s lips twitched stiffly. If he could not get it up, she thought, her stamina would definitely be very, very good.
"What do you want for lunch?" Jas Black had wanted to say that he would cook so noodles himself, but thinking of his own culinary skills, and seeing Jane’s current condition, he decided to be a bit nicer to her, "How about we order takeaway for lunch?"
"I want crispy fried chicken," Jane Sampson ordered a dish.
"..." So, in the end, you can’t be too nice to a woman who’ll take a mile if given an inch.
That was what Jas Black was thinking while placing a takeaway order on his mobile phone.
Watching Jas Black place the order, Jane Sampson smiled happily. After waiting for him for several minutes, Jane asked in a low voice, "Why does it take so long to place an order?"
A few seconds later, Jas Black put down his mobile phone and looked over at her.
"It’s nothing," Jane Sampson touched her nose tip, fearing if she pushed further, the crispy fried chicken might fly away.
Only after Jas Black put his mobile phone away did Jane Sampson feel confident enough to try getting out of bed again. She had just fallen before because she had slept too much, and didn’t react in ti, failing to stand steadily.
But Jas Black’s reaction was even more exaggerated than hers. She had barely stood up when he was already out of bed, circling around to pick her up and slowly walked her towards the bathroom.
Jane Sampson was very thin with a small fra, and nestled in Jas Black’s arms, she looked particularly pitiable and delicate.
And Jas Black’s embrace, without a doubt, was broad and warm.
Once in the restroom, Jas Black squeezed the toothpaste and fetched water for Jane Sampson, then handed her these items, and stood by her side, his hands on her waist, saying, "Lean on if you feel weak."
Jane Sampson glanced at Jas Black, standing up straighter than she ever did while being trained in posture during her school days, then calmly completed brushing her teeth and washing her face under his furrowed-brow gaze, before striding back to the bedroom under his watchful eyes.
Of course, if she hadn’t collapsed onto the bed like a cripple and lain there still as soon as she returned to the bedroom, Jane Sampson swore her exit would have been much more majestic and unbending.
Going to die!
How is she supposed to enter the filming set tomorrow?
That was the biggest question on Jane Sampson’s mind at that mont.
Hearing Jas Black’s approaching footsteps, Jane Sampson didn’t even bother to give him a glance.
"You sleep a bit longer, I’ll call you when the takeaway arrives," Jas Black adjusted Jane’s position and pulled the quilt back over her.
As she walked, he had been watching her from behind; although she made it back, her legs trembled all the way.
Jas Black had been wondering, had he been too indulgent last night? Or was Jane Sampson truly too fragile?
Jane Sampson humd in acknowledgnt, wrapped her head in the quilt, then reached out to feel for her mobile phone on the bedhead cabinet, snatching it quickly and opening Monts to post a new update.
XX Black is a turtle egg! — Jas Black’s wife.
After posting on Monts, Jane Sampson poked the man lying by her side with her mobile phone, whispering, "Check your phone!"
Jas Black, puzzled, was about to take her mobile phone, but she had already withdrawn her arm. Realizing what she ant, he took out his own mobile phone, not doing anything else but entering Monts directly, and he imdiately refreshed it to see the status she had just posted a minute ago.
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