The girl blushed just asking such a question, lowering her head in embarrassnt, her gaze shifty.
The air beca quiet.
Sylvan Cheney was taken aback at first, seeing her bashful look, he responded calmly and seriously, "When I t her, I had an injury on my waist, hurt my bone, and was recovering. It was only last month that I fully recovered."
However, he didn’t know if he had... before.
At his age, logically, it was unlikely not to have been with a woman.
But as for the past, he couldn’t rember.
He also didn’t know if she minded or not.
"Was the injury severe?" Jasmine Yale raised her head worriedly and looked at him, "When I saw you in July, you seed okay."
"It’s fine, it’s healed, won’t affect future happiness, don’t worry."
"Did you hurt yourself anywhere else?"
"No." Sylvan Cheney said, "I’m not the type who sses around; I’m very careful in terms of private life."
"I know." Jasmine Yale couldn’t possibly not understand him.
In those years, she had never seen him bring back won from outside for the night nor had any scandalous news co out.
Jasmine Yale’s sense of possessiveness was satisfied; he was hers, body and soul belonged to her alone, and this feeling was wonderful.
She looked at him joyfully, her eyes sparkling like a bright moon.
"Could you co closer? You’re standing by the window, I can’t see you clearly..." Jasmine Yale looked at him.
Sylvan Cheney didn’t move, smiled and said, "You really want to see ?"
"..."
"Why do you want to see ? Hm?"
"Who wants to see you, not looking anymore."
Sylvan Cheney took long strides toward her, sat by the bed, and watched TV with her.
Jasmine Yale finished the orange juice in her cup, and perhaps tired, she leaned a bit closer to him.
As soon as she got close, she slled a familiar scent on him, a scent that was uniquely his. She tilted her small face up, looking at his sharp features and deep-set eyes: "Can I lean on your shoulder?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Sylvan Cheney grabbed her waist, letting her lean on his shoulder.
The TV was on, but Jasmine Yale didn’t know what was playing; she only knew her heart was racing, and her cheeks were burning red.
She loved snuggling on his shoulder, if there were no limits, she hoped it would be forever.
"What’s so interesting about this variety show?" Sylvan Cheney frowned and glanced at the TV.
"If you want to watch sothing else, change it yourself." Jasmine Yale tossed the remote to him, and this ti, didn’t compete with him for it.
Back at the Cheney Residence, she always loved to fight with him over what to watch.
Back then, he would always accommodate her.
Even if she chose things he didn’t like, he’d still sit on the sofa and watch with her.
"If you like it, then we’ll watch this." Sylvan Cheney didn’t take the remote.
They watched the program together for a bit, and for a mont, the bedroom was very quiet.
Jasmine Yale really enjoyed this tranquility, leaning quietly against him, holding his arm, feeling full and happy.
Since he wanted to be with her, she would firmly hold his hand.
For the rest of their lives, they would walk together.
"CEO, did you give five stars on my internship evaluation?" Jasmine Yale thought of this question, "I have to submit my internship report to the school in a few days."
"If you give special favors, I’ll give you five stars."
"You shaless person." Jasmine Yale pinched his arm, "How can you be so shaless?"
"Then no five stars."
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