"Sure thing." For a person she finds agreeable, Jane Sampson wasn't stingy at all. "Oh, by the way, I'm going to do a live stream in a few days. My partner just called and discussed the livestream with me—it's going to be about baking cookies and cooking spicy beef."
"When? I'll come and steal some tips. If nobody sends you any gifts, I'll consider my mood. If I'm feeling good, I might send you a yacht to give you some face," Kendal Smith tapped his fingertip on the tabletop signaling Jane Sampson to respond.
But Jane Sampson just rolled her eyes at him and eventually retorted after a long pause, "Please don't. I'm afraid if I get too many gifts, they'll cover up my unparalleled beauty."
"..." Kendal Smith was so tongue-tied by Jane Sampson's shamelessness that he couldn't say a word.
She won.
"Let us know after you've set the time." James Carter was quite interested. "I want to learn too."
Jane Sampson immediately smiled, her eyes curving with her joy, "Sure."
