"James Black, these few days, you've been like a snail boy." Jane Sampson lay sprawled out watching James Black walk toward her with a hairdryer, and couldn't help but sigh, "I really wish I could shrink you down and carry you in my pocket wherever I go."
Her three meals a day were all organized by James Black, and fearing she'd get bored of the food, no dining hall was repeated more than three times.
After a few days, Jane Sampson, even with such high-intensity work every day, surprisingly hadn't lost weight.
While Coco Edwards and Harry Little Money, could visibly be seen, um, getting chubbier.
"Love me to death?" James Black glanced at the person still lying there without moving, reaching out to pull the bonelessly lazy Jane Sampson up.
As long as he's around, according to Coco Edwards, Jane Sampson becomes lazy to the point of being a hapless slacker.
When he's not around, Jane Sampson turns into a super capable woman with nothing she can't do.
