"I’ll heat up breakfast for you, lie down a bit longer," Jas Black said as he passed the sofa, placing the backrest down and then taking the breakfast from the dinner table into the kitchen.
Jane Sampson then supported her aching back and stood up; she hadn’t washed up yet.
Yawning all the way to the bedroom and yawning all the way back out, even though she had washed her face, she still seed lethargic.
Seeing Jane in this state, Jas felt a bit annoyed.
It was also her fault for being too seductive last night.
"Eat up, then go lie down in the room again," Jas said as he reached out and touched her head after she walked over.
Jane shook her head, unclear whether she was nodding or shaking, but then she reached out to Jas and said, "My mobile phone is charging, lend yours to play with for a bit."
Jas instinctively wanted to scold her for playing with the mobile phone during als, but seeing Jane’s blinking eyes and thinking of last night’s events, he still handed over his phone.
Nothing else mattered; what was important was to soothe her first. He guessed she might still be holding a grudge, so he had to placate her first.
After taking the phone, Jane first downloaded a video software onto Jas’s phone. When it finished downloading, she tapped it, and just then, a new ssage ca in unexpectedly. Jane inadvertently opened this new ssage.
Then, Jane awkwardly read the ssage on Jas’s phone.
"Mr. Black, hello, guess who I am."
The ssage was from a phone number, not one saved in Jas’s phone book.
Jane turned to look at Jas, who was attentively using one hand to serve her buns, oblivious to what she had just done.
Only when she looked at him that way did Jas notice her gaze.
It was an indescribable gaze.
"What’s up?" Jas casually asked.
Jane pointed at Jas’s mobile phone, "I should make it clear, I didn’t an to snoop on your text ssage. It was really an accident."
"What?" Jas walked around from the opposite side of the dinner table and sat down next to Jane, only then looking at his own mobile phone.
"’Mr. Black, hello, guess who I am,’" Jane voiced in an overly coquettish tone, mimicking the text ssage.
Jas furrowed his brows, "Talk properly."
Jane poked at Jas’s right hand, "Who is this little demon you’ve hooked up with? Still playing guess who I am! Go on, Mr. Black, give a guess!"
Jas firmly wrapped Jane’s mischievous hand in his palm.
"How would I know who this is?" Jas said, "Just blacklist this person."
Everyone knew that Jas didn’t have a habit of texting. Even before WhatsApp beca popular, he disliked it; his personality was such that if sothing needed discussing, a phone call to clear things up would suffice. Anyone who dared text him would be scolded, and he would never have the patience to text soone back and forth.
This trait of his was exemplified in his dislike for using WhatsApp, and he didn’t even use WhatsApp before he registered an account for Jane.
Without a word, Jane took her hand back from Jas, hugged his mobile phone, and obediently helped him blacklist the number.
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