"I've held on," Jane Sampson's voice still carried a raspiness from crying, her tone brimming with grievance as she asked, "James, can I have ice cream tomorrow then?"
The corners of James Black's mouth twitched almost imperceptibly. It's true...
Give her an inch, and she'll open a dyeing workshop right away.
"Hold on a bit longer then go to sleep," James Black huffed, "Ice cream, don't even think about it."
A person who hasn't even finished her period is dreaming of delicacies.
"Okay, alright then." The voice that answered was still in a pitiful tone, but finally, she compromised.
They said they would hold each other a bit longer before sleeping. in reality, they maintained that position for a long time, until James sensed the person on his back dozing off, and then he made sure Jane lay down beside him to sleep.
The one who had cried and held on to him without letting go had persisted for quite a while. As soon as she laid down, she fell asleep in no time.
