Before, when she and James Black slept in a bed, she could definitely sleep the whole night without touching him once.
It was clearly James Black's own doing, who asked him to hold her so tightly? It was too tight, uncomfortable. After she fell asleep, she would certainly have protested instinctively.
"What time is it?" Jane Sampson thought it was still early since James Black was still in bed, but when she turned to look at the alarm clock next to her, it displayed half past seven.
She pushed away James Black's hand and sat up, then turned to ask him, "It's already half past seven, why haven't you returned to the guard team?"
This guy usually leaves to drive back to the guard team before six o'clock, doesn't he? Why the exception today?
Still in bed at half past seven, not returned to the guard team, nor gone for a morning run?
"Did I tell you I was going back to the guard team today?" James Black chuckled disdainfully and pulled the person who had sat up back into the quilt.
