This nickname, James Black found it a bit novel.
He cast a glance at Jane Sampson, "I'm three-year-old Black? And you?"
Jane Sampson sheepishly touched her nose.
To James Black, she's just a young girl who never has to grow up.
So, when it comes to immaturity, she definitely surpasses James Black by several levels.
"What to do? Jane March, you spoiled me." Jane Sampson rubbed her head against James Black's chest, acting coquettishly, "Whoever spoils should bear it."
With such righteous confidence, she didn't even bother to hide her shamelessness.
James Black chuckled softly, gently tapping her forehead with his fingertip, "Get some rest early."
Jane Sampson responded with a hum and then remembered to ask, "Did you have dinner? You didn't rush back here without eating, did you?"
"I ate already." James Black replied, "I ate at the dining hall before coming back."
