Listening to the person on his back seemingly agreeing with him with a compliment, James Black didn't want to talk to the drunk anymore, not even one more word.
Jane Sampson was very light, James could carry her steadily on his back with just one hand, watching her slender lower legs gently sway by his waist, James thought that he should probably feed her more in the future.
A 20-something-year-old person, so thin; wouldn't she just be blown away by a gust of wind?
James, carrying the person, entered the elevator. The person in his arms leaned her head on his shoulder, and as if discovering something, blew into his ear, then, suddenly bit his ear.
Not hard.
But the next second, he heard her spit several times and mutter, "Not tasty."
"Jane Sampson, behave yourself!" James shook the person on his shoulder, threatening, "Keep up the fuss, and I'll throw you out of the building!"
