She cried uneasily, like a child who had lost her way in the night.
Jas Black thought, perhaps, he hadn’t done enough, which was why she felt so insecure.
Lying together, she curled up in his arms with un-dried tear stains on her face, her hands clutching the corner of his pajamas tightly, as if terrified of being abandoned.
Jas Black’s hand gently caressed her face, before he lowered his head and kissed her eyes softly.
"Good girl, close your eyes and sleep," Jas Black coaxed softly.
"Then when I wake up tomorrow morning, will you kiss ?" asked the person in his arms, sounding aggrieved.
"Yes," Jas Black murmured, curving the corners of his mouth in a slight smile, hoping she would rember what she said before sleep once she sobered up the next day.
Having received a reassuring answer, the little drunkard closed her eyes.
This ti, she really fell into a deep sleep after just a short while.
But Jas Black stayed awake until midnight, holding her and unable to fall asleep.
She had once received the most enviable affection in the world, and then, overnight, she lost it all.
Perhaps that’s why she always feared losing the affection she gained later.
Always anxious about gaining and losing.
If it hadn’t been for her drinking too much this ti, if he hadn’t left her side for a short while to take a bath, if she hadn’t cried and said, "If you’re gone, you can’t leave ."
Jas Black thought, watching her laugh happily with others every day and tease him, he might never have known how sensitive and fragile her heart was.
Nor would he have known that Jane Sampson was the person best at pretending in the world.
She carefully disguised her true inner world, making herself appear as the always happy Jane Sampson to others.
She never let anyone see the fluctuations in her heart.
She could always perfectly hide her feelings with insincere words.
The night slowly departed, the sky gradually brightened, and streaks of white light ca through the gaps in the window curtains.
The person in his arms shifted slightly, one leg resting on his, hands placed at the pillowside, with no signs of waking and still sleeping soundly.
Jas Black watched Jane Sampson’s sleeping figure and silently chuckled. It seed that pampering her during this period wasn’t without effect; at least in her sleep, her heart subconsciously desired to be close to him.
Jas Black’s heart relaxed, and he closed his eyes, finally falling asleep with peace of mind.
Jane Sampson woke up naturally the next day, her eyes opening to see the alarm clock beside the bed displaying 10:30.
She sat up abruptly, turned her head to look at the person beside her, and seeing Jas Black still sleeping, she wondered if the alarm clock was broken.
"Jas Black." Jane Sampson pushed Jas Black, "Get up quickly! You still need to go to the hospital for a reexamination!"
Jas Black then opened his eyes, paused for a second, and grunted in acknowledgnt.
"Wake up a bit more; I’m going to wash," Jane said, getting out of bed and heading straight for the bathroom, thinking that they needed to hurry, or else the doctors at the hospital were likely to finish their shifts.
Of course, what surprised Jane even more was that Jas Black could also oversleep.
Could it be that he had been drunk last night?
With that thought, Jane made a questioning sound.
How had she and Jas Black co ho last night?
She tilted her head, thinking, and then rembered the sweet taste of the fruit wine.
Jane smacked her lips; that fruit wine was indeed delicious.
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