Jasmine Yale swallowed her saliva, her face burning like it was on fire.
This guy... taking a shower so early in the morning.
"Did you see everything?" Through the mist, Sylvan Cheney stood there looking at her, water droplets still falling from his hair.
"No... I didn’t see anything, don’t talk nonsense." Jasmine Yale didn’t even know why she was flustered, it felt just like the first ti she saw him without clothes at eighteen.
Even though... they’ve already been in bed, she was still nervous.
"Didn’t see it? Then perfect, let show you again?" Sylvan Cheney teased, the corners of his lips curling up.
"Are you being a rogue?" Jasmine Yale turned her head, glaring at him, her gaze landing right on his clean, handso face.
"Well, you’ll have to see it sooner or later, might as well inspect the goods in advance, though... it’s impossible you’ll be dissatisfied."
"Who wants to look, why are you showering so early? And not even closing the door!" Jasmine Yale erupted, really... so angry.
"Just ca back from the gym, sweating all over." Sylvan Cheney smirked, "I’m going to shower now, are you going to keep watching or..."
Jasmine Yale finally reacted, reaching out to shut the bathroom door with a "bang," isolating herself from the steam.
Her face was burning hot, heart restless and unsettled for a long ti.
"Shaless." Jasmine Yale rolled her eyes at the bathroom door.
She walked to the dining table and took out the breakfast from the tote bag, arranging everything on the table.
She even helped him open the window to let in so air, watered the pothos, and hung his clothes on the rack.
The feeling of it all was surprisingly nice.
His apartnt was not as big as the Cheney Residence, naturally not as empty and cold as the Cheney Residence, and especially easy to manage.
The curtains were a cool gray, a style he liked overall.
Breakfast emitted a steaming aroma on the table, filling the whole place with a sense of life.
Just thinking of the person in the bathroom just now, her face flushed red again. This man... sotis really shaless.
"Hurry up with your shower, breakfast is waiting." Jasmine Yale called out.
"Okay."
The autumn breeze blew in from the window, carrying the fragrance of autumn grass and the unique scent of autumn.
The sky was blue, cloudless, the view from high-end neighborhoods is always good, you could even see picturesque scenes from the dining table.
Autumn breeze lingered, fallen leaves like butterflies.
When Sylvan Cheney ca out, a faint scent of shower gel spread through the air, particularly pleasant.
He blow-dried his hair, buttoned up his shirt, and walked over to the dining table.
Jasmine Yale couldn’t help but glance at him a few tis; it had been a long ti since she had seen Sylvan Cheney after a shower.
They say beautiful people stepping out of a bath are captivating, and handso n can be quite... seductive too.
The scent on him mixed with his masculine pheromones made Jasmine Yale’s heart tremble, this man was always so elegant and noble.
Sylvan Cheney sat across from her, rolled up his white shirt sleeves, and accepted the chopsticks she handed over.
"This stead lotus cake, sweet-scented osmanthus roll, and glutinous rice pastry are all made by , the soy milk is freshly ground, took quite a while, the rest is made by the auntie." Jasmine Yale said, "If you say it’s not good, I won’t make it for you again."
"..." Sylvan Cheney glanced at her, "I haven’t tasted it yet."
"Then try it, I made it with my own hands."
Sylvan Cheney picked up a piece of the stead cake, biting into it, flavor filled his mouth, soft and tasty: "It tastes very good."
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