Chapter 592 - 600: Not Running Anymore

The person being nagged rolled her eyes and lay back down in a corpse-like pose, grabbing the quilt. She also gave it a guilty sniff before reassuredly covering herself again. Then, turning her head, she glanced at James Black.

"James Black," Jane Sampson suddenly spoke up, calling his name seriously, "Tell me, do you think anyone in this world has ever been killed by a fart?"

"..." James Black couldn’t be bothered to reply to Jane Sampson’s nonsensical topic, so he just gave her a look and remained silent.

Not getting an answer from James Black didn’t upset Jane Sampson. She chuckled with a heh-heh, then scooted closer to him, until her lips were almost touching his ear, suddenly asking, "James Black, tell me, if I fart again, do you think you’ll be suffocated to death?"

"Jane! Sampson!" James Black was considering whether or not to throw both the person and the quilt out into the living room.

"Haha, gotcha? I was just scaring you," Jane Sampson laughed heartily.

"Why would I waste time discussing such a boring topic with you?" James Black rolled over and looked straight at Jane Sampson.

Because Jane Sampson had just now leaned so close to him, when he turned, their lips were almost touching.

Under normal circumstances, with James Black’s hints being so obvious, Jane Sampson would definitely have run away.

But today, James Black was somewhat surprised to see a woman pouting and taking the initiative to kiss him.

"Shall we do something else interesting then?" Jane Sampson asked with a mischievous grin, not waiting for James Black to respond before she continued, "Like, some special exercise that’s good for physical and mental health?"

"Wow, what a surprise," James Black said, pinching Jane Sampson’s face, "Not running away?"

"I was talking about yoga," Jane Sampson blinked her eyes, "What did you think I was talking about?"

James Black snorted and suddenly threw off the quilt, directly rolling on top of Jane Sampson, "You know what I’m talking about."

Jane Sampson’s gaze drifted off to the side for a moment as if she thought of something, then shifted back to James Black’s face.

After quiet for nearly two seconds, Jane Sampson did something out of the ordinary, reaching out to wrap her arms around James Black’s neck, her legs coiling around his waist. Then, using her arms, she forcefully pulled James Black down towards her, and delivered her own eager kiss.

Jane Sampson’s initiative and passion stunned James Black for two seconds. Once he recovered, he embraced Jane Sampson’s rare show of passion. The lips touching each other grew warmer by the second, and after kissing for a while, he plunged into her mouth.

Unlike her usual shy attempts to dodge, tonight, James Black once again felt the extent of Jane Sampson’s passion.

He was kissing her, and her hand had snuck under his clothes, one hand wrapped around his waist and the other, starting from his lower abdomen, slowly slid upwards, caressing all the way until it stopped at his heart center.

Her palm was soft, and wherever it touched, it seemed to spark a trail of fire.

James Black felt a fire growing hotter in his lower abdomen; it felt like all the air was rushing downwards.

Yet this was not the peak.

The hand which had been quietly resting on his waist started getting restless, moving gently inside towards his waistband, until it stopped at the edge of his sleeping pants. Her fingers reached inside his pants and tugged at the edge of his underpants.