James Black turned his head and glanced at Jane Sampson. Unlike Jane's panic, he showed not a bit of change in color. His long, slender legs stepped out of the bed, and then, in front of Jane, step by step, he walked into the bathroom.
"James Black, you're being a hooligan!" Jane Sampson covered her face and stamped her foot!
How had she never realized before that James Black had such thick skin?
So thick that not even a shell could scratch it?
"It's not like you haven't seen it before," James's voice came from the bathroom, not in a frivolous or teasing tone but rather a serious response.
Wrapped in the quilt, Jane sat back down on the bed, couldn't help herself, and still rolled her eyes at James, already inside the bathroom.
James took a quick bath and came out after just a while, to see Jane lying down again. Wrapped in a bathrobe, he walked over and patted her shoulder, "Do you want to take a shower?"
