In James Black's eyes was the sight of Jane Sampson's laughing face, not too far away. He reached out to rub her forehead and said with a hint of helplessness, "When did you develop this awful habit? As soon as you sleep, you like to burrow entirely under the quilt, not afraid of suffocating yourself to death."
"I won't suffocate," Jane laughed heartily, her little face flushed.
After she responded, she stood up to grab her mobile phone for a look, but James Black immediately snatched it away, saying, "The alarm hasn't gone off yet. It's still early."
As he spoke, James placed the mobile phone on the bedhead cabinet on the other side, then pulled the seated Jane back and embraced her forcefully, "Sleep for a while longer."
"Let go! Let go! Let go!" Jane, getting hot and flustered, protested, "It's so hot!"
Seeing Jane puff up with anger, James instead smiled with the corners of his mouth lifted. He didn't let her go but instead flipped open the quilt on top of her.
