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 ?"
"Yeah, soone is calling you." Jasmine Yale said with a dreamy expression, "I want a hug."
"Where did this morning laziness co 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 ca the sound of an electric shaver.
"Hubby, I had a dream last night, dreaming that Chale Cheney got married."
Sylvan Cheney: "..."
"Couldn’t see the bride clearly, but Little Chale Cheney was so happy, putting the ring on the bride, hugging, kissing. It was blissful..."
"Jasmine Yale, are your dreams always so odd?"
"Is that bad? I felt it was very blissful; the whole dream was sweet."
"..."
"Not talking to you anymore, you fun-spoiler." Jasmine Yale scolded, "I’m getting up now, no one to hug, ah, no one to hug, wu..."
Although Jasmine Yale was saying this, she showed no sign of getting out of bed, lazing about without opening her eyes.
Her hands were still tightly clutching the quilt, with half of her head buried in it.
The sound of the electric shaver in the bathroom lasted for a while, then quickly quieted down.
Sylvan Cheney ca out, leaned over, and pressed her down beneath him.
He touched her cheek with his hand, revealing a charming smile: "Is the nest warm?"
"Mmm, yes, it is." Jasmine Yale listened to the rain outside and gazed at him, "Is it still raining outside? Why haven’t you gone to the corporation yet?"
"Not going today, I’m learning from you, sleeping in." Sylvan Cheney pinched her cheek and kissed her forehead.
His lips were cool, carrying the temperature of the rainwater.
"Then why did you get up early? The bed has been cold for a while." Jasmine Yale’s large, watery eyes stared straight at him.
"Went out to buy you breakfast. If you want to eat, get up; if not, continue sleeping. Lean Brand’s soy milk, with at mooncakes." Sylvan Cheney rembered, it was also a winter when he queued up at Lean Brand to buy soy milk for Jasmine Yale and happened to et Zaiden Santos coming over.
Back then, Zaiden Santos was still a vivid, gentle man, although he was buying soy milk for his lover, at least, he was alive.
Still vividly rembers that day it was snowing, Zaiden Santos’s deep, sexy voice still echoing in his ears.
It feels like yesterday.
Sylvan Cheney has always had an excellent mory, but most of the ti, he doesn’t like to tear open those mories.
mories, after all, are just things of the past, with no traces to follow.
The past is gone.
Jasmine Yale listened to the incessant rain outside, blinked and said, "Hug and I’ll get up."
Whenever she acts cute with him, he always responds.
Though her coquettish skills aren’t that great.
As she spoke, she stretched out her arms from the warm bed, pretending to wrap them around his neck.
A doting smile curled on Sylvan Cheney’s lips; before him was also a lively, spirited Xiao Ya.
The marks of a wolf bite were still on her neck.
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