A line of text.
My respected, honorable, dear, handso, gentle, considerate daddy Black.
Every word was incredibly exaggerated.
The only rit was that each word was written beautifully, the handwriting neat and orderly.
Old Sir Sampton’s handwriting was beautiful, and Jane Sampson had learned from Old Sir Sampton as a child, so naturally, her handwriting couldn’t be ugly either.
However, the content that she had written could hardly be read without hurting the eyes.
So, she spent half a day looking down and writing on the paper, and this was all she ca up with?
Jas Black was so angry that he eventually lost his temper, collected the notebook, and put it back inside the drawer along with the pen. After he had cleaned up the study, he then returned to the bedroom.
At this mont, the one who had a stomachache was holding his mobile phone, playing a ga; it was unclear whether the pain had subsided or she was just distracted by the ga, so she seed less in distress.
Just that her guilt was a bit too obvious.
Upon hearing his footsteps, Jane Sampson quickly shoved the mobile phone under his pillow, then lay straight as a board on the bed.
"Does your stomach still hurt?" Jas Black walked over and sat next to her, asking her a question.
"It hurts," Jane Sampson nodded, then took his hand and held it to her stomach, her voice coy and soft, "Rub it for ."
It was really too much...
Give her an inch, and she’ll open a dyeing workshop.
And indeed, Jas Black spoiled her rotten.
He lay down next to her, and his broad, warm palm gently rubbed her stomach, saying, "Although peaches are not stimulating food, anything in excess is not good. You ate them all afternoon; did you really think you were a monkey?"
"I got it," Jane Sampson responded sullenly, glanced at Jas Black, and probably eager to avoid another lecture, her small head gradually retracted entirely into the quilt to not look at him anymore.
Jas Black’s eyes twitched, and he resisted the urge to pull her back out of the quilt.
His hand didn’t stop, alternately rubbing her stomach area over her pajamas gently, clockwise and counterclockwise.
Her hand wasn’t very quiet either, tugging on his sleeve now and then or pulling at his finger; she was clearly bored.
"Do you feel a bit better?" Jas Black asked.
Jas Black faintly heard a noise from Jane Sampson under the quilt, unsure if she was responding with a sound or sothing else.
Then suddenly, a forceful and not so short sound ca from under the quilt.
"bu~bu~"
Jas Black’s expression froze, and his hand paused, then he saw the small, dark head poke out bit by bit from under the quilt.
Her hand pinched her nose, and then she kicked off the quilt with a foot, her ears slightly red. She dared not even glance at him as she pinched her nose and said, "It should be peach-scented, fruit-scented. It might not sll too bad."
After saying this, without waiting for Jas Black to reply, Jane Sampson turned her head to look at him guiltily.
"It’s not too slly, right?" Jane Sampson released her pinched nose and took two big breaths, then changed her expression and silently pinched her nose again.
"Fruit-scented?" Jas Black reached out and took Jane Sampson’s hand from her nose, "Sll it again for yourself."
At this mont, Jane Sampson’s voice was even softer, "I apologize, I wasn’t able to successfully control the extre power within my body."
His massage was so comfortable that her stomach began to move, and naturally...
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