Jane Sampson’s voice beca so soft toward the end that Jas Black might not have even heard the last few words.
As she listened to the soft chuckles of the person next to her, Jane Sampson held her breath and inched closer to Jas Black. Then, she suddenly lifted his pajamas and burrowed her small head under the hem, placing her face against his belly and pressing down on his pajamas with her hand.
"Wait for the sll to dissipate before you talk to again," Jane Sampson felt she had lost all her face tonight in an instant.
Jas Black looked at the small mound rising on his belly and paused, raising his hand to gently pat the bulge, his voice containing a hint of laughter, "Co out."
"Wait a bit longer." Jane Sampson’s voice was muffled. Her ears, covered by Jas Black’s pajamas, were now embarrassingly red.
Jas Black rubbed the back of Jane’s head through his pajamas and didn’t urge her again. After a while, Jane Sampson moved, but instead of taking her head out, she wriggled further up until, with a twist at the neckline, she popped her head out through the collar.
In this world, was there anything Jane Sampson couldn’t do?
Jas Black lowered his gaze to the enlarged face in front of him.
"Jane Sampson, looks like you’re itching for a scratch?" Jas Black’s temple pulsed rapidly; it was only because his pajamas were loose and large that she was having so much fun wriggling inside.
"Don’t we look like conjoined twins?" Jane Sampson understood Jas Black too well. Whether he was truly angry or just putting on an act, she could tell at a glance.
Knowing that Jas Black wasn’t truly angry, she beca more daring, even shaking her head a little.
After burrowing inside, Jane Sampson realized that Jas Black’s pajamas were especially big. A thought sprang to her head that they might be able to fit another her inside, so she tried it out, and indeed, she succeeded.
Seeing that Jas Black was ignoring her, Jane Sampson continued, "When I was lying on your belly, did you get a feeling of pregnancy?"
Jas Black’s eyelid twitched, "I can’t give birth to a daughter as silly as you."
After saying that, he glanced at Jane Sampson’s smile and exhaled, "Get down."
As Jas Black’s voice changed, Jane Sampson’s nose wrinkled, knowing he was starting to get displeased, so she quickly acknowledged with an "Oh."
Jane Sampson didn’t dodge the issue. She understood after responding, but then she shifted twice and stopped moving.
She was silent for a few seconds, her voice coming faintly, tinged with a hint of wanting to cry but no tears.
"Jas Black, Jas Black, I’m stuck! Help pull at the back of my head."
Her hands rapidly patted his arm, "Hurry, hurry, I’m starting to have difficulty breathing."
Jas Black was genuinely amused, looking at the person whose hair was tangled with his shirt buttons. With one hand, he freed her hair; with the other, he pushed her head down.
"Phew~"
Jane Sampson breathed in fresh oxygen again, sitting next to Jas Black, panting heavily with her face flushed and covered in sweat.
After catching her breath for a while, Jane Sampson turned to Jas Black and said, "It doesn’t seem as fun as I thought."
"Jane Sampson, no wonder you like climbing trees." With such traits, she might as well have been the Monkey King in a previous life!
Jas Black flicked Jane Sampson’s forehead, "I’ll never find anyone more troubleso than you!"
So, Jas Black wondered, how did those n in the house manage, with their flags still flying at ho? Just one woman was enough to make him want to clean her up; if there were two or three Jane Sampsons around him, Jas Black couldn’t even dare to imagine what that scene would be like.
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