He said, "You can choose any room on the third floor at will. Feel free to take Jane Sampson to your room. This villa is well decorated, don't worry. Whatever noise you make in the room, we definitely won't hear it. You're big and strong, so just go at her. No matter how she screams, the sound won't leave the room, it won't affect your mood."
The young man had said so much, returning with Jane Sampson again to James Black's place was impossible.
So James Black pretended to hold her, stood there thinking for a few seconds, then nodded slightly.
There are four rooms on the third floor, each one is very large. James Black directly chose the room next door, opened it, walked in with her, and gently placed her in the bed.
Although separated by just a wall, this room looked much more normal, with all the furniture it should have.
Probably bumped into the wound on his arm, Jane Sampson in the bed slowly moved her eyelids, softly murmured "it hurts," but didn't open her eyes.
