Sylvan Cheney paused while organizing things and stopped.
After a long while, he said lightly, "Not coming anymore?"
His voice carried a hoarse heaviness, and there was a fleeting flicker in his eyes.
Jasmine Yale was originally joking with him, but she didn't expect him to...
In the past, he never took her words seriously, how come men have emotional moments too?
"Do you want me to come or not?" Jasmine Yale asked teasingly.
"The key is in your hand."
"You! Is this considered bullying me?"
"If I were bullying you, I wouldn't buy you snacks."
"Come here." Jasmine Yale sat on the bed, looking at his back. She didn't like talking to him this way; she liked looking at him.
Only when looking at him did she feel at ease, able to capture the subtle emotions in his eyes.
With his back to her, she couldn't guess his expression.
She didn't like this uneasy feeling.
"What for?" Sylvan Cheney turned around.
"Come here," Jasmine Yale pouted, her watery eyes looking at him.
