The man whose face was smashed by the pillow clearly remained delighted, showing no hint of annoyance. After removing the pillow from his face, he stuffed it back under Jane Sampson's head.
"James Black."
Jane fumed silently, finding his laughter utterly nonsensical.
"You're complaining about my kissing techniques now?"
Her voice rose slightly, "Don't you think, if I were superb at kissing, you'd have something to worry about?"
Her marriage contract with James had been set since they were both very young. Just judging by James's bed skills alone, Jane was certain she was both his first and only woman.
Of course, bed skills aside, having been bound by a marriage contract since childhood and considering James's old cadre mindset, he wouldn't possibly date other women, let alone engage in intimate acts with them.
Similarly, Jane had been branded as James Black's fiancée from a young age, so in the great courtyard, who would dare to give Jane an extra glance?
