She hugged him, exceptionally quiet.
"Jane Sampson," James Black suddenly called out to her, "woman, do all of you cry so easily?"
Jane Sampson, visibly upset by James Black's question, huffed, "I am not a crybaby!"
"Lying with your eyes wide open," James Black sneered, "last night, who was crying like a broken faucet that couldn't be stopped? Who was hiding in the kitchen just now, secretly crying? If I hadn't gone down to look for you, were you planning on sitting in the kitchen crying all night without returning to the bedroom?"
Jane thought, half an hour ago, could she really have been moved by a man like James Black?
Her brain must be malfunctioning.
"I wasn't crying! And go to sleep!" Jane yelled at James Black, then quickly retracted her hand, attempting to turn away from him.
However, though James Black's hands were immobile, that didn't prevent him from using his foot to stop her from turning over.
