Seeing Jane Sampson widen her eyes and look at him with a look as if she wanted to strangle him, James Black chuckled softly, "Come on, choose for yourself. Are you going to cheat, or what?"
"I don't want to talk to you anymore," Jane Sampson muttered.
"Hmm, it seems you're eager to become a mother too," James Black nodded. "Okay."
"Ah! No! No!" Jane Sampson quickly hugged James Black's arm and shook it vigorously. "I do want to talk to you! I really want to talk to you! I was just joking with you just now! However many holidays you want to celebrate, we'll celebrate! In our house, you always make the big decisions, and when it comes to holidays, of course, we'll listen to you."
The word "flattering" wasn't even enough to describe the present Jane Sampson.
"Alright." James Black put the kiss card back in his pocket, then held Jane Sampson's hand to continue walking forward. "Let me take you to eat."
