The man whose face was smashed by the pillow clearly remained delighted, showing no hint of annoyance. After removing the pillow from his face, he stuffed it back under Jane Sampsonās head.
"James Black."
Jane fumed silently, finding his laughter utterly nonsensical.
"Youāre complaining about my kissing techniques now?"
Her voice rose slightly, "Donāt you think, if I were superb at kissing, youād have something to worry about?"
Her marriage contract with James had been set since they were both very young. Just judging by Jamesās bed skills alone, Jane was certain she was both his first and only woman.
Of course, bed skills aside, having been bound by a marriage contract since childhood and considering Jamesās old cadre mindset, he wouldnāt possibly date other women, let alone engage in intimate acts with them.
Similarly, Jane had been branded as James Blackās fiancĆ©e from a young age, so in the great courtyard, who would dare to give Jane an extra glance?
In the years of budding romance, she still lived in the great courtyard, and after moving out with the Sampton family later, others busied themselves with dating while she was occupied with studying, playing the piano, and participating in various competitions.
All of her attention was never diverted even a fraction to personal relationships.
Her classmates started pairing off in high school, yet Janeās heart was like an undisturbed well.
After many years of marriage, and adding up the times before and after her rebirth, she could count on her hands the number of times she and James had kissed.
And before her rebirth, even during their most intimate moments, she had never kissed James like just now.
That was a kiss that seemed like a soul-to-soul communion, making her entire body feverish.
So, he had the nerve to criticize her kissing abilities?
Jamesās laughter did not cease despite Janeās comments, but in line with his personality, the laughter was deep.
"Iām just like you," James said, "but Jane, who was it that last time boasted about her excellent learning ability?"
Knowing Jane wouldnāt answer him, James continued on his own, "I didnāt neglect to use my learning ability, but what about yours, Jane?"
Eaten by a dog.
Jane grudgingly admitted to herself, but she did not voice it.
After speaking, James waited for Janeās response, only to find her as silent as a mute. If she hadnāt quietly hmphed, he might have thought she had fallen asleep again.
"Speak." James said.
"Youāre so annoying!"
Jane pushed at the man beside her, her cheeks burning. So, after last time she criticized his bed skills, he went and seriously learned?
Jane was somewhat curious and also wanted to ask, how does one learn such things?
Of course, while her mind was curious, not a hundred units of courage would make her dare to ask James directly.
Janeās strength was insufficient to push James away, as the arm he had around her waist tightened, pulling her closer into his embrace. He stopped teasing her when he spoke again.
"Itās very late, letās sleep."
Holding her felt indeed much better than holding that ugly rabbit.
Jane struggled briefly in Jamesās arms but knowing he had no intention of letting her go, she gave up after a while and closed her eyes. The physical and mental exhaustion took over, and in less than a minute, she fell back into a deep sleep. The next morning Jane was woken by James; upon waking, it seemed as if the sky had just started to brighten, still a dim gray.