Jane Sampson leaned into James Black’s arms, breathing softly, feeling her tongue sore from all the kissing—he was just so fierce.

Jane reached out and scratched James Black’s waist, "You need to give me another kiss card."

"Hmm?" James Black lowered his head, touched Jane Sampson’s head, and asked, "You want another kiss?"

He looked troubled, "Forget it, wait until the evening to kiss. I’m afraid you won’t be able to catch your breath."

"???", Jane blinked her eyes, waving a palm in front of James’ eyes, "A kiss card lasts five minutes, you just kissed for over ten minutes, so you need to give me another kiss card."

The serious calculation of Jane Sampson amused James Black.

He caught her small hand, kissed her palm, and laughed, "I thought this should be a gift from you."

James Black then rubbed Jane Sampson’s head, leading her inside.

"Sit down, let’s have a good talk about this incident." James Black led Jane Sampson to the sofa, then pressed her onto it.

He hadn’t yet opened his mouth when Jane Sampson slowly responded, "I’m not giving it."

"Then let me gift it to you, since you seem to enjoy my kisses quite a lot." James Black smiled warmly.

Jane Sampson was speechless.

Anyway, when it comes to James Black, there’s no way she can win.

Once something’s in his hands, getting it back is extremely difficult.

"Let’s talk about the reason for this cold war," James Black’s tone became much more serious.

Jane Sampson’s forehead instantly flashed four words.

Settling scores after the fall.

"Do you know why I’m so upset?" James Black asked.

Jane nodded like a pecking chick, responding honestly with a small voice, "I know."

"Since you know, tell me why." James Black said, "Let me hear your reflections from the past two days."

"First, you take me for morning runs for my own good; I shouldn’t have been lazy. Second, I shouldn’t have pretended to be sick to make you worried just out of laziness." Jane spoke, her head hanging lower and lower, feeling more and more guilty, "I shouldn’t be so wilful, I’m already grown up but still act like a child, undisciplined, disobedient, and deliberately make you worried."

In that lazy moment, she hadn’t considered any consequences.

Just for that one minute, she didn’t want to get out of bed, wanted to laze around, so she wilfully made up an excuse of feeling unwell, hoping to perfectly skip a day’s morning exercise.

When she lied, she hadn’t considered how worried James Black would be.

Since she became sensible, until now, all her wild behaviour was indulged by James Black.

Being with James, she brought out all her whims over the past twenty-some years, recklessly always assuming that James could tolerate all her little fits.

Including childish tantrums.

"I’m sorry, James Black." Jane Sampson apologized sincerely, "I really know I was wrong this time, I promise to get up on time every day and go for morning exercises with you."

Saying this, Jane Sampson reached out to tug at James Black’s sleeve, "Please don’t ignore me anymore, let’s truly make up."

She pleaded pitifully, her eyes wide, looking eagerly at James Black.

For a while.

James Black finally let out a soft sigh, and reached out to gather her into his arms.

"You’ve reflected well; when you told me your head hurt, I was really worried to death. I’m terrified of you feeling unwell, afraid you’re uncomfortable, afraid you’re sick, even more than I’m afraid of your laziness."