Sylvan Cheney washed his face again.
Jasmine Yale heard the sound of water, rubbed her eyes, and sleepily called out, "Hubby... hubby..."
Sylvan Cheney turned off the tap: "Calling me?"
"Yeah, someone is calling you." Jasmine Yale said with a dreamy expression, "I want a hug."
"Where did this morning laziness come from? Who did you learn it from, still wanting hugs? Huh?"
"I learned it from your precious son. You don't know, he loves to be hugged, loves to be kissed." Jasmine Yale closed her eyes, giggled, and rubbed her head.
Still not fully awake.
"Not learning any good traits, why didn't you learn from his dad?"
"His dad is too excellent, I can't copy that." Jasmine Yale said with a foolish smile, coyly speaking to Sylvan Cheney.
The feeling of being able to talk to him when I wake up is truly wonderful.
Sylvan Cheney was drying his hands in the bathroom, and soon, there came the sound of an electric shaver.
