"No need," James Black flatly refused, seeing the TV advertisement had ended, he glanced over just to find Jane Sampson's head blocking his view. Without hesitation, he pressed the person on his lap, her head into his arms, secured it against his chest with his right hand, and then turned his attention back to the news.
Caught off guard, Jane let out a yelp of pain as her nose smacked into him. She raised her hand and gave James's right arm a slap.
"Your muscle feels like it's made of granite!" Jane complained, and then she pushed away from James, taking a moment to catch her breath on the side.
Hearing the low chuckle coming from beside her, Jane couldn't resist and stealthily rolled her eyes before climbing off the sofa and heading to the bedroom to take a bath.
Jane had brought her own clothes, and moreover, James's place was stocked with her basic living necessities.
