"You're going out like this?" James Black frowned deeply.
"No way, it's so cold outside; I definitely need to put on a coat before going out. I'll take it off when I get to the conference venue." Jane Sampson said "Oh," and then remembered something, "You reminded me, I can't forget my heating pad."
Having said that, Jane Sampson patted James Black's shoulder, "Excuse me, I need to go to the living room."
But James Black continued to stand still. It wasn't until Jane Sampson raised her hand again to hurry him that he snorted coldly, took Jane Sampson by the waist, and with a neat turn, pressed her against the door panel.
"What are you doing~" Jane Sampson was startled by James Black's forceful action.
Without a word, James Black pressed his body against Jane Sampson's upper body, freeing his hand to tug at the collar of Jane's formal dress, then reached in and took out the painstakingly stuffed chest pads, one layer and one piece at a time.
