Ninaās accident happened suddenly, and he and Jane Sampson were still sorting out the stuff she brought back from International, but hurriedly put down what they were doing and went out first.
Now, Jane Sampsonās luggage is still spread out in the corner over there.
The gift she gave him is still lying next to it.
Jane Sampson told James Black that it was a pure handcrafted belt, and James Black still picked it up and opened it to take a look.
There are a total of two belts, one is a simple cowhide, with no pattern on the belt.
The other one is a bit more flashy, with some understated patterns, but since they are all black, if not looked at carefully, they wonāt be noticed. But if seen in adequate light, itās instantly clear that these dark patterns reflect slightly.
For James Black, belts are indeed one of the most practical gifts.
The styles of these two belts are also ones James Black likes.
So, itās evident that Jane Sampson put thought into choosing a gift for him.
James Black took the belt from the box, ready to hang it in the cloakroom, and as soon as he picked it up, he discovered there was more inside the belt head.
The belt head is deliberately made with aged hardware, and it was only when James Black inadvertently turned it over that he found characters engraved on the leather on the back of the belt head. Engraved with three letters and a string of numbers.
JSY
The numbers are the date she purchased these two belts.
The letters are the initials of Jane Sampsonās name.
James Blackās gaze deepened slightly, a peculiar sensation passing through his heart.
His fingertips gently touched those letters, as if they were burning hot.
James Black chuckled, took the belts into the bedroom, and hung these two belts in the cloakroom.
Perhaps she doesnāt know, giving a man a belt is quite an ambiguous gesture.
Engraving her name on a manās belt is such a sexy and suggestive thing.
Half an hour later, Jane Sampson came out of the bath room; she took a hairdryer and was urging James to wash up while he went in, and when James Black came out, she was already nestled in the quilt, wrapped up and playing on her mobile phone.
James Black dried his hair, then lifted the quilt and lay down, reached out to take her mobile phone away, and moved his body, pressing down on her above.
"You..." Jane Sampsonās hands were placed around her ears, staring blankly at the fiery look in James Blackās eyes.
She didnāt do anything, right?
She probably didnāt do anything, right?
Why is James Black so urgent tonight?
"I really like the gift you gave me." James Black spoke, lowering his head, his lips brushing against her ear, and as he spoke, his lips occasionally touched her.
When he finished speaking, he opened his mouth and gently bit Jane Sampsonās earlobe.
"Do you know what it means when you give me a belt?" James Blackās breath was lingering by Jane Sampsonās ear, warm and somewhat tickling unbearably.
Jane Sampson nudged James Blackās cheek with her shoulder, "Donāt talk so close to me~"
When she spoke, her voice was soft and almost sounded like she was pouting.
"The belt you gave, you help me put it on during the day, at night, youāll help me take it off." James Black didnāt move away, but deliberately bit her again.
Not too hard, not too light, almost as if he was intentionally teasing her again.
"Iāll wear it tomorrow," James Black said.
Jane Sampsonās thoughts couldnāt keep up at all with James Blackās unpredictability.
Itās just a belt, how is there so much to say about it?
James Black wasnāt like this before!
Where did he read all these random things?