"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.

Jane’s face darkened, her hands fiercely trying to protect her chest, glaring furiously, "What are you doing! It took me so long to stuff them in there! You took them, now my chest is flat again!"

"I’m not complaining," said James Black and after saying that, he reached out again, his expression darkening, "You’re not wearing a bra!"

"Who wears a bra with a formal dress?" Jane Sampson pouted, "Breast stickers are worn."

Hearing Jane’s confidently righteous words and then looking down at her big V-neck formal dress, James Black glowered at Jane, "Go change clothes. When you’ve changed to my satisfaction, you can go out."

"You’re a dictator! You tyrant! You’re so old-fashioned!" Jane Sampson kicked at James Black.

Seeing the dangerous look written all over his expression, Jane Sampson relented, slowly retracting the foot that kicked him, and after thinking for a sec, nodded, "Then let me go first, how can I go back to the cloakroom if you keep pressing down on me like this?"

As she spoke, her hand touched the pendant of the necklace she was wearing around her neck.

James Black quietly observed Jane Sampson for a few seconds before finally stepping back two paces. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Go change," he commanded.

Leaning against the door panel, Jane Sampson let out an "Okay," and her hands slowly and stealthily reached for the doorknob.

Counting in her heart.

One.

Two.

Run!

Hitting the doorknob and opening the door, Jane’s movements were almost seamless.

But no matter how fast she moved, she couldn’t surpass James Black’s speed.

The man, who had stepped back just moments ago, chased after her as fast as a leopard, and Jane had barely made it half a meter out of the bedroom before he caught her and brought her back.

"Jane Sampson, it looks like you’re asking for it!" James Black picked her up by the waist and carried the struggling woman back to the bedroom, then half-threw, half-laid her down on the bed.

James Black’s expression was certainly one of anger.

The expression on Jane Sampson’s face was clearly unhappy too.

"Clean up? How are you going to cleanup me? Hit me, huh? Hit me, hit me!" Jane Sampson was defiant, "If you dare hit me, I’ll cry for you to see!"

In James Black’s heart, there was only one sentence left.

This woman under him had recently been spoiled by him to the point of boldness.

"I, James Black, don’t need to lift a finger to deal with you," James Black said with a sinister smile. "You don’t want to change, right? If you don’t want to change later and wish to wear that outfit out, I won’t stop you."

He could handle Jane Sampson just with words.

After speaking, James Black’s lips pressed down firmly.

Jane Sampson instinctively put her hands over her lips, "No kissing, the lipstick will get smudged!"

However, James Black’s target was not her lips, but every inch of her skin that was exposed outside the formal dress.

Except for the arms.