But he couldn’t yet, he wasn’t strong enough now, not capable enough, and he could tell that Jane Sampson was very happy with Jas Black.
"No need for reminders, Jane Sampson is my wife," Jas Black said, "Taking care of her, protecting her is my responsibility."
"Please love her a little more while you take care of and protect her," Bright Sampton requested sowhat greedily.
"Bright Sampton, what you’re talking about is exactly what I’m doing," Jas Black’s tone beca more serious, "You don’t need to say more. As long as I’m here, nobody can bully her."
After hanging up the phone, Jas Black stood in the guest room for a long, long ti.
For Jane Sampson, the most distressing, the most heartbreaking thing was undoubtedly the phrase, "You have no ho, nowhere to go, no place for you."
So when she saw him, she collapsed in emotion, holding him and crying that she had a ho.
Jas Black returned to the bedroom, bent down, and gently kissed her eyelids, "Silly girl, how could you be without a ho? Wherever I am, that’s your ho."
His fingertips gently caressed her face, conveying a touch of compassion for her.
At this ti, Jas Black especially, especially missed the younger, ignorant Jane Sampson, who had laughed so wildly and unrestrained in the great courtyard, living a carefree life every day.
When she got into trouble and cried, there was soone who felt sorry for her, unwilling to punish her.
Whatever she wanted, with just a little coquettish pleading, soone naturally would bring it to her hand.
She should have been a princess, pampered and cherished in the palm of soone’s hand.
The happier she had lived before, the more frantic and painful it was when she fell into the mire.
He should have held her in his arms and protected her earlier, should have told her sooner not to be afraid, that he was there.
Jane Sampson woke up in Jas Black’s arms the next morning, dreamily opening her eyes, not yet clear-headed, Jas Black’s lips landed on the corner of her mouth first.
"Awake? It’s early," Jas Black’s voice rang out.
"I went to bed early last night, so I woke up early," Jane Sampson murmured as she rubbed her eyes and then sat up to check the ti, muttering, "I’ll go make so breakfast for you."
After getting down from the bed, Jane Sampson suddenly voiced a surprised "huh," turned her head to look at Jas Black, and curiously asked, "Why didn’t you go downstairs for a run today?"
Even with his left hand injured, Jas Black would still go for a jog or a walk early in the morning to stretch and exercise.
Waking up in Jas Black’s arms so early in the morning was indeed sothing Jane Sampson was not accustod to.
"Not going," Jas Black replied succinctly, then followed Jane Sampson out of bed.
Jane Sampson had thought that Jas Black would be in a hurry to return to the guard team, but the reality was otherwise.
After breakfast, Jas Black didn’t leave ho directly, but followed her back to the bedroom, watched her change her clothes and co out of the cloakroom, and then watched her sit at the dressing table fussing with her makeup.
Since she was going to an audition for a costu drama today, Jane Sampson wore rather retro clothes, Jas Black stood behind her and after glancing at her, asked, "Why aren’t you using the hairpin I gave you?"
After asking, Jas Black thought for a mont and added another question, "Don’t you like it?"
"I like it!" Jane Sampson hastily explained, fearful that Jas Black might misunderstand, "I’m just afraid I’ll accidentally break it."
"Bought from a two-buck shop, if it breaks, it breaks," Jas Black snorted, then took out the hairpin and handed it to her, "If the thing you buy is just kept in a high tower, then the hairpin loses its aning and value. It’s a hairpin; its mission is to stay in a woman’s hair and embellish her hairstyle."
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