Jane Sampson pretended to be deaf and ignored him, stealthily pulling out her mobile phone from under the pillow to check the ti.
It was already 10 p.m. when she got ho, and after teasing Jas Black for a bit and taking a bath, it was now almost twelve o’clock.
She was waiting for the very second when it would turn midnight.
"Are you asleep?" When he didn’t hear Jane speak, Jas Black asked.
"No." Jane swiftly stuffed the mobile phone back under the pillow, then flipped over to face Jas, looking at him with a gleeful smile. Suddenly, thinking of sothing, that smile twisted into a sly grin.
As soon as Jas t Jane’s expression, he frowned slightly.
The next second, Jas heard Jane begin to question him.
"Jas, did you co back so irritated because Mair Williams said that I was ogling your subordinate while recording the show, that you wanted to have a good look at your body? Are you jealous because I looked at another man’s body, and that’s why you’re not pleased, specifically vexed?"
After finishing, the whole person laughed like a little fox, "Jas, just how much do you like ?"
After asking, she tugged at the corner of his clothes with her small hand, urging him to answer.
Seeing Jas turn his head away and ignore her, Jane continued to laugh, and the laughter seed to grow even happier.
"Jas, do you really, really like that much?" Jane persisted with her questioning.
It was at this mont that Jas snorted coldly, "You wish."
Jane, far from being unhappy with the response, excitedly rolled around next to Jas, flipping over from left to right, her entire deanor filled with jealous excitent and jubilation.
What a fuss.
Jas thought to himself that not even the Monkey King was as capable of causing trouble as this "Monkey King of Sampton."
However, Jas couldn’t help but turn to look at the highly troubleso Jane, the corners of his mouth unable to suppress a slight invisible smile.
"Be careful, or you’ll roll right under the bed." Seeing the increasing commotion from Jane’s frolicking, Jas couldn’t help but voice a warning, but it was already too late.
His voice had barely faded when he heard a loud crash, followed by soone, quilt and all, falling off the bed.
"Ow~" ca a small voice from under the bed, tinged with urgency, "Jas, co help quickly!"
Jas imdiately got worried, afraid she had hit sothing, and quickly stood up.
But, peering over, Jas looked and was instantly sent into fits of laughter by Jane.
Jane had rolled off the bed, quilt and all, and sohow managed to get herself tightly wrapped in it, cocooned like a stuffed glutinous rice dumpling, with a pillow underneath her for cushioning. Falling down, she probably didn’t even feel any pain, and there was just her little black head sticking out.
Because the quilt was wrapped so tightly around her, her hands and feet were bound inside, and after struggling for a while, she still couldn’t get up, which made her sweat profusely from the panic.
Jas unwrapped Jane from the quilt and then sat there, unable to hide the amusent on his face as he teased her, "You’ve been making the sa mistake since you were five, and you still haven’t learned."
Finally free, Jane kicked the quilt back onto the bed and then stood there, panting and catching her breath.
The fact is, this flaw of Jane’s was just too morable.
Jas rembered that once in autumn at the Black Family ho, Jane took a nap with Peter Gingery and, being an-spirited, she rolled up all of Peter’s quilt onto herself. Then, just like this ti, she fell off the bed, ended up wrapped up and couldn’t move, crying out in distress.
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