"You better lie down and close your eyes to sleep now," James Black's fingers brushed against Jane Sampson's face, "If you're not sleepy, maybe we could do something else, but once you're tired, you'll behave."
Jane Sampson's eyebrows twitched twice.
The hand that was already extended silently retracted, resting honestly on James Black's waist, and she obediently closed her eyes.
She definitely didn't want to do something else with James Black.
After abstaining for two months, she's not messing with him.
Don't underestimate Jane Sampson's sleep.
The person who said she wasn't sleepy three minutes ago was already snoring softly three minutes later.
James Black suppressed a smile at the corner of his mouth and tilted Jane Sampson's head back, her sleeping posture wasn't quite right, and she snored once she fell asleep.
Softly snoring sounds, somehow cute to hear.
Jane Sampson slept through till the next day, naturally waking up with the sun already out.
