"..." Jane Sampson.
Such an unfeeling and indifferent non-question.
Jane Sampson hummed a bit, not quite giving up, "Why don't you ask, you might have a surprise?"
"Not asking." James Black stuck to his answer, wouldn't change it.
Just like Jane Sampson, stubborn as a mule, doesn't annoy her—well, she's not Jane Sampson then.
"When are you coming back?" James Black was only concerned about the answer to this question.
"Your little cutie is not coming home." Jane Sampson rolled on the bed, her voice soft as she spoke, sounded just like she's being coquettish.
"Alright then." James Black clicked his tongue, compromising, "Have you missed me?"
After all, you have to pamper and humor the wife you've married.
Jane Sampson let out a triumphant sneaky laugh, holding her mobile phone and giggling over there. Once she was done laughing, she replied slowly, "Nope~"
Such an unsurprising answer indeed.
