"If you lie again, what's the punishment?" James Black's fingertips touched Jane Sampson's tightly closed eyes, "Speak."
"I didn't do anything, it must be the weighing scale that broke earlier!" Jane Sampson opened just one eye to glance at James Black. Seeing him smile, she opened the other eye too.
Jane Sampson thought this explanation was absolutely perfect.
After all, the excuse of a broken weighing scale was truly impeccable.
Then, with newfound confidence, she lifted her foot and nudged James Black, "It's freezing, quickly get my clothes for me to wear."
"Soon you won't feel cold," James Black straightened up, speaking as he unbuttoned his shirt.
Jane Sampson lay there with her ears slightly red, her small face couldn't conceal the blush.
Her gaze stuck to James Black's hand, wherever his hand went, she followed with her eyes.
