Chapter 1486: Chapter 1486: Her Blush Spread to Her Ears
“Got it,” Sylvan Cheney promised her.
He carried her to the sofa and gently placed her on it.
He saw an empty milk cup on the table: “Where is my midnight snack? Huh?”
Jasmine Yale smiled shyly, hooking her arm around his neck, and whispered, “I think I’m tastier than a midnight snack…”
After saying that, her face turned red to the roots of her ears.
Although they were neither inexperienced young boys nor girls, when it ca to saying these kinds of things, Jasmine Yale was never quite as thick-skinned as Sylvan Cheney.
He could always say sothing not so decent with a straight face, while she could never learn to do the sa.
In the end, it’s simply because his skin is thicker.
Sylvan Cheney laughed and bit her lip: “Let have a taste.”
There was still a milk fragrance in Jasmine Yale’s lips and teeth, which Sylvan Cheney swept through, tasting both the flavor of the milk and her unique fragrance.
In his ears were the sounds of the rain and her breathing.
At once, Sylvan Cheney’s thoughts beca slightly intoxicated.
This woman was simply a siren, sent to exclusively bewitch him in this lifeti.
As he kissed her, he started to lose control a bit.
Of course, he wasn’t planning on controlling himself.
Just as he was about to continue on the sofa, Jasmine Yale softly said, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
“Mm,” Sylvan Cheney complied with a low and hoarse voice filled with restraint.
He carried her upstairs while Jasmine Yale went limp in his embrace.
Outside the window, the rain lingered on, while inside, he kissed her proficiently.
Jasmine Yale has always been in a state of enjoynt.
Soon, she was out of strength and let Sylvan Cheney have his way.
The raindrops hitting the window made a “tap tap” sound, and the night was misty and subdued.
An affair lasted for quite a while.
It was only much later that Sylvan Cheney finally let go of her, his nose slightly sweating.
It was getting late.
Jasmine Yale leaned weakly against his arm: “It’s the weekend tomorrow; are you going to work at the company?”
“No need, would you like to stay at ho with you?”
“Mm,” she replied softly, drawing circles on his chest with her fingers.
“I’ll take you to Cheney Family again tomorrow. Last ti I was busy with etings, there are many places I didn’t get to show you.”
“Why all of a sudden do you want to take to Cheney Family?”
“You’ll find out when we go.”
Jasmine Yale nodded obediently, like a compliant lamb.
…
A rainstorm lasted throughout the night.
The next morning, the temperature dropped sharply, and the north wind brought a chill.
In the yard of the Cheney Residence, a few plum blossoms blood against the cold wind, their fragrance strong and their color vibrant.
Early in the morning, Chale Cheney actually took the initiative to call Sylvan Cheney.
Although the little guy was young, he had a significant talent for holding grudges.
If he said he wouldn’t proactively deal with Dad, then he really didn’t feel much like doing so.
But this tactic didn’t work very well on Sylvan Cheney, as he was usually busy and didn’t often call him.
Unable to resist missing his dad, Chale Cheney had to let go of his proud deanor.
“Daddy,” he pouted and called out.
“Hmm,” Sylvan Cheney was eating breakfast.
“I received the gift from you.”
“Oh, do you like it?”
“Not much; your gift is the most thoughtless one I’ve received.”
“…”
“Uncle Heath sent a plane that’s bigger than yours.”
“…”
“Uncle Heath also said he’ll co from France to play with in a few days.”
“…” Sylvan Cheney pursed his lips, his eyes gleaming with an indistinct light.
Well done.
“Dad, why aren’t you speaking? Don’t you like talking to ? If you don’t like it, I’m going to hang up,” said Chale Cheney with an extraordinarily proud tone.
Sylvan Cheney could almost picture his haughty manner.
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