James Black chuckled, "Canât sleep? If you canât sleep, do you want to do something else?"
That chuckle of James Black was too dangerous, Jane Sampson shook her head right away without even thinking, burying her face quickly in his arms, and murmured, "Sleeping, sleeping, starting to sleep now."
In cold weather, Jane Sampsonâs favorite thing was to cling to James Black completely. He was very warm, leaning on him felt like resting in a safe haven.
Jane Sampson didnât fuss with James Black and closed her eyes, falling asleep shortly after.
The next morning, after morning exercise and breakfast, the two of them set off back to the guard team.
Past 8 oâclock, the car already stopped at the doorway of the guard team.
The soldiers on duty spotted James Blackâs car and suddenly perked up, saluting, and then shouting towards Jane Sampson, "Sister-in-law, youâre here!"
"Good morning!" Jane Sampson rolled down the car window to greet the soldiers outside. As she was returning to the guard team, she hadnât put on makeup, but her simple face caused all the soldiers at the guard team in the early morning to feel a rush of blood.
Sister-in-lawâs at the guard team!
Goddess Samptonâs at the guard team!
Monkey King of Samptonâs at the guard team!
This was what everyone felt inside, each one more excited than the other.
The car arrived down the dormitory building. Seeing James Black and Jane Sampson carrying quite a few items in their hands, the passing soldiers were competing to be helpful. "Sister-in-law, the stuffâs too heavy, let me carry it up, you just follow us upstairs."
"Right, right, carrying heavy items isnât something girls like you should do."
"Chief, sister-in-law, is there anything else inside the car that needs to be taken upstairs?"
Jane Sampson was surrounded by everyone, crying and laughing, as she went upstairs. When she got inside, Peter Gingery suddenly appeared from nowhere. "Oh, finally here." Peter squeezed past the crowd at the doorway, took off his shoes, walked in, and flicked Jane Sampsonâs forehead lightly with his hand, "Girl, havenât seen you these few days, youâve gained some weight."
"Really?" Jane Sampson touched her own face, then turned to look at James Black seriously and asked, "Have I?"
"Sister-in-law, no, youâve lost a lot of weight since the last time you came to the guard team." The soldier at the doorway enthusiastically answered Jane Sampsonâs question.
"Are you guys so idle standing at the door telling crosstalk now?" Peter Gingery crossed his arms, "I wasnât asking you, but each one of you responded quite actively."
"Peter Gingery, you donât understand, do you? You canât say girls are fat. No wonder you donât have a girlfriend yet, with your mouth, finding a girlfriend is a miracle." Someone at the doorway retorted to Peter Gingery.
"Having a girlfriend is amazing, huh? Just with your mouth that needs a good beating, itâs deserved if youâre dumped someday." Peter snorted, "The reason I donât have a girlfriend is that I love being single, thatâs actively being single with no girlfriend, theyâre passively being single with no girlfriend. Their mouths arenât annoying, but donât they still have no girlfriend."
"Peter Gingery, today we wonât let you off lightly, weâre serious." A few people at the doorway started rolling up their sleeves. One of them stepped inside a few steps, reached out, and dragged Peter Gingery away.
James Black was even more straightforward, directly picking up Peter Gingeryâs shoes and tossing them to the doorway, banging the main gate shut with a click.
Then, the world suddenly fell silent.
"Noisy." James Black then pulled in Jane Sampson, who was standing there laughing like a silly child, and led her inside before picking up the suitcase and taking it to the bedroom, hanging her clothes piece by piece in the wardrobe. He said to Jane Sampson, "I need to go out later, you can stay in the dormitory, if youâre bored, just walk around, if youâre sleepy, you can rest; at noon, Iâll take you to the dining hall for a meal."