Jane Sampson stood in the doorway, dazed, hesitant to move forward, with only one thought in her mind.
She wondered if it was too late to make a run for it now.
"What are you doing standing there? Come in." James Black heard the sound and walked out from the living room, stopping right at the entryway. With his height advantage, he looked down at Jane Sampson.
His voice sounded indifferent.
Yet Jane Sampson's heart inexplicably skipped a beat.
Her timid heart was almost trembling.
She hesitantly glanced at James Black and then bent down and plopped onto the floor.
It was just a matter of changing into slippers. Previously, she could skillfully kick off her shoes at the door and quickly switch to slippers in the blink of an eye, running inside the house. But now, sitting on the floor, changing shoes seemed to become an elegant and slow ceremony.
James Black frowned as Jane Sampson dawdled, "How long do you need to change into slippers?"
