James Black lay on the dormitory bed, looking at the much thinner face of Jane Sampson in the video, and asked in a soft voice with a hint of a smile, "Do you think girls are cute, or boys?"
Without hesitation, Jane Sampson replied, "Both are cute."
Both cute?
James Black's eyebrows lifted, a thrill in his heart.
Then, in the future, whether she has a daughter or a son, she should like both.
"Is it tiring to take care of them?" James Black's smile wasn't very obvious, "You seem quite happy being with these kids."
"Not tired at all, their mothers are all here, I'm just playing with them," Jane Sampson nodded, "It is joyful, their childlike speech is very cute."
As she spoke, Jane Sampson got excited again, "Tomorrow I'll be taking care of six children with another guest. The children's mothers will be away for the whole day until dinner time. The kids told me that we will run a fruit kindergarten tomorrow, and I will be the Watermelon Guardian."
