James Black tugged but couldn't move it, so he reached out, supported the back of her head, and smoothly pulled out the book, his voice deep and haunting, "Jane Sampton, have you recently bought a wholesale batch of braveness and replenished it all at once?"
James Black actually found this amusing.
If it weren't for her doing this, James Black himself wouldn't have realized that he could have such a good temper. Jane Sampton was constantly stepping on his bottom line, then forcefully pulling it down bit by bit.
If it were before, considering James Black's temperament, if someone dared to disturb him like this while he was reading, lying on his book and on his thighs, he would have put on a stern face and taken the person aside for a cleanup.
But now, looking at Jane Sampton's squinting, fox-like face, James Black was unbelievably unable to get angry.
