"I don't want to do a morning run!" Jane Sampson gritted her teeth.
"Then let's do a night run," James Black raised an eyebrow, "Your physical strength isn't up to par."
The corners of Jane Sampson's lips twitched stiffly. If he could not get it up, she thought, her stamina would definitely be very, very good.
"What do you want for lunch?" James Black had wanted to say that he would cook some noodles himself, but thinking of his own culinary skills, and seeing Jane's current condition, he decided to be a bit nicer to her, "How about we order takeaway for lunch?"
"I want crispy fried chicken," Jane Sampson ordered a dish.
"..." So, in the end, you can't be too nice to a woman who'll take a mile if given an inch.
That was what James Black was thinking while placing a takeaway order on his mobile phone.
