Jane Sampson leaned into James Blackās arms, breathing softly, feeling her tongue sore from all the kissingāhe was just so fierce.
Jane reached out and scratched James Blackās waist, "You need to give me another kiss card."
"Hmm?" James Black lowered his head, touched Jane Sampsonās head, and asked, "You want another kiss?"
He looked troubled, "Forget it, wait until the evening to kiss. Iām afraid you wonāt be able to catch your breath."
"???", Jane blinked her eyes, waving a palm in front of Jamesā eyes, "A kiss card lasts five minutes, you just kissed for over ten minutes, so you need to give me another kiss card."
The serious calculation of Jane Sampson amused James Black.
He caught her small hand, kissed her palm, and laughed, "I thought this should be a gift from you."
James Black then rubbed Jane Sampsonās head, leading her inside.
"Sit down, letās have a good talk about this incident." James Black led Jane Sampson to the sofa, then pressed her onto it.
He hadnāt yet opened his mouth when Jane Sampson slowly responded, "Iām not giving it."
"Then let me gift it to you, since you seem to enjoy my kisses quite a lot." James Black smiled warmly.
Jane Sampson was speechless.
Anyway, when it comes to James Black, thereās no way she can win.
Once somethingās in his hands, getting it back is extremely difficult.
"Letās talk about the reason for this cold war," James Blackās tone became much more serious.
Jane Sampsonās forehead instantly flashed four words.
Settling scores after the fall.
"Do you know why Iām so upset?" James Black asked.
Jane nodded like a pecking chick, responding honestly with a small voice, "I know."
"Since you know, tell me why." James Black said, "Let me hear your reflections from the past two days."
"First, you take me for morning runs for my own good; I shouldnāt have been lazy. Second, I shouldnāt have pretended to be sick to make you worried just out of laziness." Jane spoke, her head hanging lower and lower, feeling more and more guilty, "I shouldnāt be so wilful, Iām already grown up but still act like a child, undisciplined, disobedient, and deliberately make you worried."
In that lazy moment, she hadnāt considered any consequences.
Just for that one minute, she didnāt want to get out of bed, wanted to laze around, so she wilfully made up an excuse of feeling unwell, hoping to perfectly skip a dayās morning exercise.
When she lied, she hadnāt considered how worried James Black would be.
Since she became sensible, until now, all her wild behaviour was indulged by James Black.
Being with James, she brought out all her whims over the past twenty-some years, recklessly always assuming that James could tolerate all her little fits.
Including childish tantrums.
"Iām sorry, James Black." Jane Sampson apologized sincerely, "I really know I was wrong this time, I promise to get up on time every day and go for morning exercises with you."
Saying this, Jane Sampson reached out to tug at James Blackās sleeve, "Please donāt ignore me anymore, letās truly make up."
She pleaded pitifully, her eyes wide, looking eagerly at James Black.
For a while.
James Black finally let out a soft sigh, and reached out to gather her into his arms.
"Youāve reflected well; when you told me your head hurt, I was really worried to death. Iām terrified of you feeling unwell, afraid youāre uncomfortable, afraid youāre sick, even more than Iām afraid of your laziness."