James Black, his hair still dripping water, stood in the doorway, staring at Jane Sampson, who was laughing like a little fox. Honestly, Jane Sampson was really more suited to lying in bed playing with her mobile phone.
Of course, lying in bed like a dead body would be better than being this domestic.
"Aren't you going to drink? It's really good, sweet and sour." Jane said while taking a sip to show James.
After swallowing it, she smacked her lips, raised her eyes to look at James, then slowly brought the cup to her mouth again and took another sip.
It was indeed very tasty, and Jane was quite confident in her own handiwork.
"I didn't drink wine," James said as he walked past Jane, then took a clean towel to dry his hair, while counter-asking, "Didn't you already know that just now?"
"You definitely drank," Jane's attitude this time was completely different from before. If he hadn't been drinking, would this guy be so easy to talk to?
