"So you're not sleepy anymore?" James Black's voice was tinged with a smile.
Only then did the woman in his arms finally open her eyes, but she glared at him.
The woman who had just been tenderly loved, with her cheeks flushed red and her eyes as beautiful as autumn waters shaping pupils, had no deterrent power in that glare. Instead, it was filled with petulant charm.
James chuckled to himself. Indeed, she was a delicate creature.
"Do you want to take a bath?" James Black didn't tease Jane Sampson anymore. He was just concerned that she might be uncomfortable sleeping after sweating so much, so he asked.
Jane Sampson nodded, hummed an affirmative, and then added, "I want to, but I have no strength."
James Black patted the small hand on his waist. "I'll run the water for you."
"Okay," Jane responded quickly.
But...
