Jane Sampson quietly glanced at James Black and saw that he was seriously driving. Jane Sampson quietly pursed her lips, then reached for the water bottle next to him.
"What? Planning to spit in it to vent your frustration?" James Black's voice suddenly rang out, startling Jane Sampson so much that she nearly lost her grip on the bottle.
"We've kissed enough times, so I wouldn't mind a bit of your saliva." James Black's lips curled up slightly, clearly in a good mood.
"I'm not as disgusting as you think!" Jane Sampson said angrily, tempted to smack him on the forehead with his water bottle, "I'm just thirsty and wanted to drink!"
Spitting in a bottle? Would someone like Jane Sampson with her standards ever do such a thing?
If she really wanted to get even, she'd add something like vinegar or tea into the bottle.
