First, Jane Sampson had not added James Black on WhatsApp; moreover, James Black did not have a hobby of touching other people's mobile phones, which Jane still found quite trustworthy.
It was only after Jane had climbed into bed that James put down the book in his hands and turned off the electric light in the room. Once the warm yellow bedhead lamp went out, the entire room was plunged into darkness, silent and still.
Perhaps due to the experiences of the first two times, this time Jane really wasn't surprised at all when she lay down and felt a hand pulling her forward.
So this time, Jane had learned her lesson. Just as James's fingertips barely touched her, she swiftly dodged his hand like a slippery eel. She managed to evade the empty grasp, which groped around where she had been just moments before. Jane couldn't help but laugh with a bit of glee, unable to restrain the sound of her laughter.
