Sylvan Cheney's fingers involuntarily stroked the bite mark on her neck, his eyes filled with deep meaning.
Jasmine Yale didn't realize his movement and took the opportunity to wrap her arms around his neck: "Alright, a hug, hmm?"
Sylvan Cheney leaned over, pinning her down and kissed her fiercely on the lips.
Jasmine Yale was bewildered by him.
She had no choice but to let him kiss her.
After a long time, he finally ended this passionate kiss and took her to the restroom.
Outside the window, the rain continued relentlessly, showing no signs of stopping, the sky still gloomy and misty, the white mist scattering with the wind.
This weather, to some extent, is always filled with a touch of melancholy.
Jasmine Yale always believed Sylvan Cheney's words without doubt.
"Going out to get breakfast for me in such heavy rain, you've taken a lot of trouble," Jasmine Yale sat by the dining table, sipping warm soy milk.
"As long as you like it."
