"Can't beat someone, and still try to cheat?" Old Master Black chuckled, "Your bad temper is the same as when you were a kid, hasn't changed a bit."
Jane Sampson pouted, reached out to scoop up the Great General, and directly lifted him, then reached out to rub the Great General's head.
The Great General did not resist, instead seemed to enjoy squinting his eyes, then rested his head on Jane Sampson's knee and continued to tilt his head to sleep.
"I wonder how long before James Black can come back." Jane Sampson sighed deeply.
Old Master Black tidied up the chessboard, glanced up at Jane, "Why? You miss him?"
"Just a little bit, just a tiny bit." Jane Sampson gestured a little bit with her thumb and index finger.
But Old Master Black just snorted at her.
The little lass has always been stubborn, insisting just a little, surely deep down she misses him a lot.
