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.
