Jas Black had massaged Jane Sampson’s hands and feet all over, and while he was bent over, diligently massaging her, Jane Sampson’s eyes never left him.
When he was on her left, her brain followed to the left, and when he moved to her right, she again shifted her gaze to the right.
Jas Black noticed she was staring and would occasionally lift his gaze to et hers for a few seconds. She giggled, and he would avert his eyes, not saying a word from beginning to end.
Jane Sampson began to wonder, did Jas Black really get angry about this morning’s incident?
If he wasn’t angry, why had he been sarcastic with her since lunch and just now? He was looking at her but barely speaking to her.
Was he angry?
But now, he was busy giving her a massage, showing none of the signs that he was angry with her.
A man’s heart is as deep as the sea.
Hard to guess.
Jas Black stopped massaging Jane Sampson after nearly one hour and simply said, "Alright."
He then bowed his head to tidy the dical box by his side, picked up the box, and left the bedroom.
Jane Sampson sat up, shaking her arms; they felt slightly more comfortable, but just slightly. Once he stopped massaging, the sense of comfort and relaxation seed to fade.
After putting on her shoes, Jane followed him out. Jas Black had already put his stuff away and was in the kitchen. Standing in the doorway, she asked, "Jas, what are you doing?"
Jas turned his head and glanced at her, replying, "Heating soup."
"Peanut soup?" Jane’s eyes lit up as she dashed into the kitchen, eagerly sidling up beside Jas. Peeking over, she saw it indeed was peanut soup.
He had brought ho a big bowl of peanut soup this morning and had brought buns as well, so was this specially prepared for her late-night snack?
"So," Jane tugged at the hem of Jas’s clothes, "we call it even about this morning when you wouldn’t lend your lunchbox and called ugly?"
"Do I look like I’m angry with you?" Jas now had a straight face, "Would soone who is angry with you give you a hand massage? Heat you a late-night snack to eat?"
"Eh?" Jane bared her teeth, "As long as you’re not angry, that’s good, that’s good."
Jane breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that Jas was staring at her, she promptly wrapped her arms around him from behind, "Jas, Chief Black, you really are a great man!"
After speaking, she even nuzzled her face against his back and softly added, "Then how about you lend the lunchbox later, okay?"
Jas really wanted to pick up the woman who was getting too comfortable against his back and throw her out, but as his hand rested on Jane Sampson’s waist, he couldn’t bring himself to actually do it.
"In your dreams," Jas humd, giving an inch and she’d take a mile.
Jane made a sound of protest and wrapped her legs around Jas’s, "Lend it or not? Lend it or not? If you don’t, I won’t get down!"
Jas raised his eyebrows, amused. Was she blatantly playing the scamp?
Jas looked down at the slender legs wrapped around his own. He had been massaging them for quite a while, so the skin on her legs was still sowhat red.
If she still had the energy to cling to him and play the scamp like that, it seed that this afternoon’s training hadn’t pushed her to her limits yet.
Jas was sowhat surprised. It seed Jane Sampson’s body was indeed healthier than he had thought.
As Jas carried the heated peanut soup out of the kitchen, Jane clung to him like a koala, all the way to the dining table. When they got there, Jas turned his head to look at the person on his back and asked, "You going to eat?"
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