A moment ago, someone was struggling desperately, but in the end, he simply lay motionless in his arms.
An hour ago, she was just a bit tired.
Now...
Hehe.
Jane Sampson collapsed in James Black's arms without any intention of moving.
When James Black carried her, wearing nothing, to the bathroom, she couldn't even muster the energy to be shy.
Lying in the bathtub, she still felt like a useless salted fish.
Jane Sampson took a long bath in the bathroom before coming out. When she came out in her pajamas, the bed's quilt and everything had already been changed.
"This face is ruined," Jane leaned against the wall and sighed, "Daytime debauchery, truly corrupting morals."
Jane thought to herself that it was good she had worn a mask and hat when entering the hotel, so no one knew who she was. Therefore, whoever came to clean was only mocking James Black.
