???

Jane Sampson was utterly baffled by this sudden utterance from James Black.

Of course, what baffled her even more than his words was her current position atop James Black’s waist, looking down at him.

"Approve what?" Jane’s voice was somewhat delicate as she clumsily grasped James’s arms with a puzzled look on her face.

James scrutinized her expression, trying to discern whether she was feigning ignorance or was genuinely clueless.

However, after a moment of scrutiny, James finally confirmed that he might have married a wife who, despite her young age, seems to have a memory as short as a fish’s.

"You said it yourself on the road, I’ve approved it." James felt that his words might not have been clear enough, so he continued, "You on top, me below, drain all my energy, I’ve approved it."

!!!!!!!

Jane almost spat out a mouthful of blood from shock.

"It was a joke, I said it on purpose so Jillian Carter could hear, you know full well I said that just to annoy her," Jane was nearly infuriated to death by James’s shamelessness.

"I took it seriously," James raised an eyebrow, "Jane Sampson, I’m giving you the chance to be on top and take initiative. If tonight you don’t drain me, then don’t plan on sleeping."

Provocation!

Pure provocation!

Warning!

An explicit warning!

Jane swallowed hard, wanting to flee, but just as the thought crossed her mind, James’s hands firmly clamped around her waist.

"James, I was wrong~" The tears in Jane’s heart were probably as broad as noodles, as heavy as a ten-kilo weight.

"You didn’t call me that on the road," James said earnestly.

"Husband~ husband~" As long as it could get her off the hook, she’d shout it a hundred times if needed!

However, in reality, it was too late to feign obedience at this moment.

Jane Sampson also came to understand a fact through firsthand experience.

Yep, trouble comes from the mouth.

Chance given, approval granted by James, so she couldn’t refuse.

All night, whether Jane had managed to exhaust him or not, she herself was certainly spent like a dried salted fish.

After the night’s confusion, when calm was restored, it was already dawn’s early light.

Jane Sampson woke naturally from her sleep and felt someone holding her tightly as she slowly opened her eyes to see.

It was James.

He was still sleeping very soundly.

Just as Jane moved her hand to rub her sore back, James woke up.

"What time is it?" Jane’s voice was hoarse as she pushed against his arm, which felt as solid as iron, and asked.

James furrowed his eyebrows, sat up abruptly, and looked outside the window, then back at the tabletop watch. "11:15?" There was an unusual tone in James’s voice.

Jane was stunned for a moment, then, couldn’t help but grin.

The always punctual James Black had overslept and missed work!

"Hahaha!" Jane gloated, lying next to him and laughing heartily, "James, you had it coming! Let’s see if you dare to bully people again!"

While laughing, Jane started coughing violently.

Alas, too happy for her own good, now her throat hurts.

"Go wash up, I’ll make you some honey water," James knew it was his doing last night that had strained her voice.

Late was late, James wasn’t in a rush anymore; he dressed and made a phone call, then went to the kitchen to prepare honey water for Jane.

But when he returned to the bedroom with the honey water, the woman lying in the bed hadn’t moved an inch.

"Let me lie down for a while longer to recover," Jane turned her head toward James and explained, "My back hurts."