James Black slightly lifted his head and gently kissed the top of her hair. Jane Sampson, after falling asleep, looked her quietest and most well-behaved self. Quiet, not bothering anyone, and holding onto him with her small hand, completely showing a posture of dependency on him.
James Black thought that after being tormented by him last night, Jane might sleep in very late today.
But in fact, that was not the case.
When he woke up, he even thought about quietly not waking her, leaving her a note and then returning to the guard team first, but as soon as he moved, he had just shifted her hand that was holding him when her eyelashes gently trembled, and then she woke up.
The young wife, who hadn't slept enough, opened her eyes and looked utterly confused.
"You keep sleeping, I'll go back to the guard team first," James Black gently patted Jane Sampson's small head, "After waking up, get some breakfast for yourself."
