After asking her question, Jane Sampson playfully winked at James Black.
James said nothing and just leaned down to kiss her.
At this moment, he didn't feel the need to waste one of his limited cards.
One night, midnight, like the ripples of spring, the room was filled with panting.
When Jane Sampson woke up the next day, James Black was already not in the dormitory. On the dinner table was the breakfast he brought her back from the dining hall, and next to it was a note reminding her to eat breakfast.
Jane Sampson rubbed her little waist, feeling puzzled.
James Black took so many cards from her, but never seemed to use them. So could it be that this guy developed a flaw of collecting cards he took from her?
Haggling here and there, she was so proactive last night in asking him, but he showed no intention, yet still pressed her down and teased her for half the night.
