Jane Sampsonâs current mindset was purely that if she couldnât get things done, James Black shouldnât expect to be able to either.
Donât you like reading books before sleep?
Her script was still in her purse, and she hadnât even had a chance to glance at it, so why should he sit there leisurely while she tossed and turned in the bed?
Unfair!
"Are you sleepy?" James Black turned his wrist to look at his watch and asked.
"Iâm dead tired, dead tired!" Jane Sampson urged repeatedly, "The light youâve left on is affecting my sleep."
She didnât expect James Black to think she was being petty and storm out of the room in a fit of pique, so it didnât surprise her at all when, after putting away his book, he lay down next to her.
After all, thatâs just the kind of man he was, sometimes annoyingly nice.
After James Black lay down, he turned off all the lights inside the room, and the window curtains were always drawn. The thick curtains blocked out all the moonlight and starlight, leaving the room in darkness.
In the darkness, the senses heightened, and Jane could feel even the slightest movement of the person by her side.
It wasnât until a broad palm wrapped around her waist, pulling her backwards until she was nestled in the arms of the person behind her, that it stopped. Then, she was flipped over, changing from a position back-to-back with James Black to being held in his arms, like a little bird seeking comfort.
"What are you doing?" Jane Sampson immediately froze, thought for two seconds, and reminded him, "My period isnât over yet."
"I know," James Black said with a snort, "I have a good memory, no need for you to remind me every night."
"..." Jane Sampson wriggled in James Blackâs arms, her lips moved, and she asked, "Then why are you holding me? Let go!"
James Black didnât answer, but he didnât let go either.
Why hold her?
Because he disliked her usual sleeping position with her back to him and far away.
Or perhaps, he enjoyed watching her get riled up, her eyes filled with indignation, fruitlessly struggling, trying to break free from his arms but unable to do anything about it. It was quite entertaining.
"James Black, are you trying to cook me alive?"
In such hot weather, even with an air conditioner in the room, being held by a man as hot as a furnace was unbearable. After struggling for half a day and breaking into a sweat, Jane Sampson felt like she was about to explode from the heat.
"If you stop fidgeting, youâll cool down after a while," James Blackâs voice carried a hint of laughter he was suppressing, as he reached out and touched Jane Sampsonâs forehead, indeed finding a layer of sweat.
"If you let go, I wonât move," Jane thought to herself, wondering why James Black was being so difficult to talk to this time?
Last time he held her like this, all she had to do was say a word and he let go. Was he planning to pick a fight with her this time?
Was it because she had snuck some instant noodles and got caught, so he was using this method to punish her?
Once Jane Sampson figured it out, she stopped twisting around and gently tugged on the hem of James Blackâs pajamas, speaking softly, "James Black, I know I was wrong, I really wonât dare to do it again in the future."
Jane Sampsonâs sudden admission of guilt made James Black pause, "What did you do wrong?"
"I shouldnât have snuck the instant noodles. I swear, there really wonât be a next time," Janeâs voice was filled with contrition, and no matter if she really felt she was wrong in her heart, she at least had to show an intention to mend her ways, "So, in consideration of my willingness to admit and correct my mistake, could you let me go, please?"
James Black, well-grown as he was, felt for the first time what it was like to experience this kind of emotion.
He laughed, albeit annoyed.