Jane Sampson shook her head, scratched her face, and blinked her eyes, "Did you tonight...?"
"Yes." Before Jane Sampson could finish, Jas Black gave Jane Sampson a very certain answer.
Jane Sampson’s little face soured, yes, tonight he would dine on her.
Jane Sampson clambered onto the bed sluggishly, then laid down stiffly next to Jas Black, and when he rolled over to press on top of her, she suddenly started laughing for no apparent reason.
Her laugh caused Jas Black to pause his movent, and from his commanding position, he watched Jane Sampson, who suddenly seed slyly amused, his gaze deepening.
Just now she looked like she was heading to the execution grounds, but suddenly she was lively and cheerful, it was indeed hard to get used to.
"Jas Black." While calling out to Jas Black, Jane Sampson reached out to touch his hand that was propped by her side, then she gently tapped the back of his hand, smilingly said, "I have to tell you, Charlotte Miller’s chest is really big, Hibiscus Wood’s is not bad either, Mair Williams’s chest isn’t small."
Jas Black’s mouth corner twitched almost imperceptibly. At this ti, suddenly talking to him about other won’s chests, did Jane Sampson have cent in her head?
After Jane Sampson had finished speaking, she gave a sigh and expressed, "Really envious."
Jas Black saw through the envy Jane Sampson voiced, yet he didn’t say anything, didn’t do anything, just waited to hear what Jane Sampson really wanted to say.
"Mair Williams and the others said that if a boyfriend gives it a rub, the chest can undergo a second developnt." Jane Sampson said, laughing a bit embarrassedly, her finger flicking the back of Jas Black’s hand, her voice getting softer as she went on, "I don’t have a boyfriend, so a husband should work, shouldn’t it? How about you give a little press?"
As if she was afraid Jas Black would refuse, Jane Sampson added, "I feel that if my chest got bigger, it’s not just who would benefit, don’t all n like a vast and billowing chest?"
Having finished speaking, Jane Sampson sneakily glanced at Jas Black’s expression, as if trying to gauge whether he would agree to her request.
Jas Black’s mouth corner twitched again, he pressed his lips together, and couldn’t hold back a soft laugh.
Jane Sampson’s request was indeed very much in line with his own wishes.
After a mont of thoughtful consideration, Jas Black nodded, "Okay."
Then, as his gaze brightened while looking at the woman beneath him, he couldn’t hold back any longer and leaned down to kiss her.
Jane Sampson, in her spring-like youth, had no comics, didn’t lie together giggling about the good students from the boys’ class next door; her entire understanding of matters between n and won ca from Jas Black, her husband.
That day in the dormitory, when she heard Mair Williams and Hibiscus Wood talking about how chest massages could enhance the bosom, Jane Sampson was actually surprised, realizing that Jas Black had such a miraculous function.
This night, Jane Sampson was unusually passionate, awkwardly responding to his tender affection with her youthful eagerness.
...
Jane Sampson woke up in Jas Black’s arms, since he was holding her, and because her face was buried in the quilt against his chest while sleeping, the heat-sensitive Jane had been woken up by heat.
She flipped open the air conditioning quilt and popped her head out, glanced down at the pajamas she didn’t realize she had put on, then looked up at the man whose eyes were closed just now but were open at this ti, and silently dismissed the idea of checking whether her own chest felt a bit fuller.
"Good morning." Jane Sampson squinted and smiled at Jas Black.
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