"Dream on." James Black added some vegetables to Jane Sampson’s bowl. "Eat, don’t talk."

Apparently not in the mood to discuss anything, he wouldn’t even talk to her.

Jane Sampson sighed, scrunching up her little face, responded with an "Oh" and lowered her head to eat.

Jane Sampson cooks, James Black washes dishes. It has become a tradition for them.

While James Black was busy in the kitchen, Jane Sampson was lost in thought in the living room.

By the time James Black came out of the kitchen, she was still deep in thought.

James Black went to the study.

When he finished reading and came out of the study, she was still sitting there, now holding a mobile phone, playing with it, her hair let down in a relaxed manner after washing.

He glanced at the time—10:00 p.m, then walked over and took her to the bedroom to coax her to rest.

In the guard team, between 10:00 and 10:30 p.m is James Black’s unbreakable bedtime.

Night owl Jane Sampson didn’t resist, hanging onto James Black as he guided her into the bedroom.

"James Black, let me show you a piece of clothing." Jane Sampson rolled over in bed, waiting for James Black to lie down, then snuggled next to him, opened her phone, showed it to him, and asked, "Is this dress nice? Can I buy this clothes?"

James Black glanced at Jane Sampson’s phone, it was a gray T-shirt with an image of a girl taking a mirror selfie while wearing it.

Looking at the front style, it was very simple, not even two letters.

Jane Sampson waited for James Black a few seconds; when he didn’t speak, she asked, "If you have no objections, then I’ll buy it."

"Hold on." James Black didn’t agree but instead used a very serious tone, "Let me see the back of the dress too."

Jane Sampson was stunned.

She was stuck there.

"The back?" Jane Sampson bit her lips, stifling a laugh, "Why do you want to see the back?"

"What do you think?" James Black gave Jane Sampson a look for self-reflection.

Then he took Jane Sampson’s phone, swiping it back with his hand.

Sure enough, just saw the back view style image of the dress.

It’s essentially fully backless, held up by two tiny string-like straps on either side of the fabric.

"Haha." James Black handed the phone back to Jane Sampson, "Just suitable as a cloth."

Seeing Jane Sampson with an expression like she’d seen a ghost, James added, "Same mistake, I won’t make a second time."

Jane Sampson slapped her head heavily, suddenly realizing.

Oh, she had forgotten the last formal dress incident had made James Black very guarded.

This internet realm trick game, she and James Black couldn’t play along.

"This is boring." Jane Sampson pouted and tossed her phone to the side, sighed, reached out to hold James Black, and whispered, "James Black, you’re no fun at all!"

The entire evening, she was idly looking at ways to trick boyfriends online, even specially saving some images, intending to tease James Black.

Unfortunately, she forgot about the last dress incident; has James Black learned his lesson all too well?

"But still." Jane Sampson kissed James Black, "I still love you dearly."

Jane Sampson’s sudden confession left James Black a bit surprised.

James Black smiled, acknowledged Jane Sampson with a "Got it."

As late autumn arrived, it seemed the weather got several degrees colder by the day.

A good night’s sleep.

Early in the morning, when James Black woke Jane up, she felt as if it’s already time for snakes to hibernate.