After Jane Sampson realized what James Black meant, it was too late to resist.
She was pinned down by James Black as firmly as a fish stuck to a cutting board.
20 minutes later...
James Black slowly straightened up his waist and sat next to Jane Sampson, even pulling her up and smoothing out the skirt hem that he had wrinkled.
He chuckled, "Now you can go out without changing clothes."
Jane Sampson let out a wail, grabbed her skirt hem, and stomped back into the cloakroom.
Looking in the mirror, Jane Sampson covered her face with her hands.
Her chest, her neck, were all covered with love marks left by that man, how could she go out and meet people like this?
"James Black, you turtle egg!" Jane Sampson stomped her feet in anger inside.
James Black followed her leisurely to the doorway of the cloakroom and stood there, "Now, are you changing or not?"
"Change! Change! Change!" Jane Sampson grabbed something and hurled it at James Black, "You get out!"
