James Black didn't say anything, but his gaze stayed fixed on Jane Sampson. Her tone left no room for negotiation, so she had already set the time to go.
She knew he would be free on the eighth lunar day.
"Why are you staring at me with that gaze? Drive us home already." Jane Sampson urged. The car had heating, and after being inside for a little while, she felt her body warming up. She withdrew her hand from James Black's and blew on it twice for warmth.
Since childhood, her health hadn't been great. In the winter, her hands and feet would always turn icy cold.
At night, when they slept, Jane Sampson's favorite thing to do was place her cold hands on James Black's belly for warmth, with her feet pressed against his lower legs. The warmth was beyond comforting.
Sometimes she'd make James Black shiver and inhale sharply from the cold, only for her to laugh heartily all by herself.
