"Think!" Jane Sampson emphasized the specific part she had carefully chosen, saying, "This whole set, I specifically picked for you! I carefully selected it for you!"
James Black nodded.
It seemed he was seriously contemplating in his mind.
A few seconds later, he agreed.
"Just this once." James Black instructed, "Just this once, it wonāt happen again."
After the wild joy, Jane Sampson nodded repeatedly, then watched as James Black dragged out the set of clothes from under the bed.
It wasnāt easy for him; the gap under the bed was so small, yet he could think of stuffing it there. Itās fortunate that the auntie at home cleaned meticulously, never missing a corner, otherwise, he would have had an excuse that the clothes were too dirty to wear.
With James Blackās response, Jane Sampson instantly transformed into a little maid, taking the clothes and shaking them like a pro, diligently helping James Black out of his pajamas.
Even her mouth couldnāt stay quiet, chatting with James Black.
"Iāve wanted to see you wear it since I was very young. It was popular at the time; movie stars wore it, many people inside the great courtyard wore it. I remember, Thomas Lancaster wore it before, but Iāve never seen you wear it." Jane Sampson was overjoyed, "Back then, I thought, once you put it on, youād definitely look handsome, because youāre even more handsome than Thomas Lancaster!"
"Did you drink a lot of honey from auntie today?" James Black pinched Jane Sampsonās cheek lightly, not having the heart to use much strength.
Your mouth is really sweet.
In just a short amount of time, who knows how many times youāve complimented him.
"Just telling the truth." Jane Sampson raised her eyebrows, "Back then, Thomas Lancaster was also a chatterbox, among the group of people sitting together, he and Peter Gingery were the ones talking endlessly. You sat there quietly, which made you seem especially cool."
"I didnāt realize you had been thinking about me for so long." James Black was delighted by Jane Sampsonās compliments, and any initial reluctance he felt to make her happy was swiftly soothed.
"Let me see how thick your skin is." Jane Sampson giggled, leaning in James Blackās arms, "How old was I back then? Just a young girl poisoned by watching too much TV, still clueless. How could I have been thinking about you?"
"Subconscious behavior." James Black explained.
"Not at all, itās purely because I thought you looked handsome, just admiring your face." Jane Sampson confessed openly, "Not talking about a long time ago, just two years ago, if someone told me, one day, Iād be leaning on you, talking and laughing with you like this, I wouldnāt have believed it."
James Black lowered his head and gently rubbed the person in his arms, his eyes filled with a tender smile.
True enough, two years ago, if someone had told him, one day, he would miss someone like this, so strongly wanting to hold someone tightly, James Black might have thought, thatās not him.
The clothes were bought according to James Blackās size, surprisingly fitting perfectly.
Once James Black put on the final leather shoes, and stood neatly in front of Jane Sampson, her eyes were fixated.
Women, most are sensory creatures.
Jane Sampson was no exception.
James Black not only had a handsome face, more importantly, he had a body that looked great in clothes.
The black T-shirt was cut and torn, revealing James Blackās abdominal muscles through the slashes, topped with a stylish black leather jacket, dark flared pants lightly hung on his waist, perfectly showcasing his long legs.
The black leather shoes, as he walked, made a muffled sound as the heels struck the floor tiles.