As soon as they returned, the apartnt imdiately felt lively; the once cold place now had warmth.
Jasmine Yale was wearing Sylvan Cheney’s slippers, which didn’t fit her well.
The slippers he had originally bought for her were still in the corner, Jasmine glanced at them but didn’t wear them.
Sylvan Cheney also noticed: "Why don’t you rest on the sofa for a bit, and I’ll go out to buy you a pair of slippers."
"Sure, just throw those away." Jasmine raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Okay." Sylvan agreed compliantly.
"I’m not that much of a neat freak, but there are so things that I do care about, don’t think I’m petty." Jasmine said quietly, her eyes fixed on him.
"You’re right to be particular."
He helped her sit on the sofa, poured her a cup of hot water, and gently kissed her forehead: "Sit for a while, I’ll be back soon."
"Alright."
Sylvan said he’d go, and imdiately picked up the car keys and headed downstairs.
Jasmine sipped the hot water and opened his laptop.
Sunlight stread through the apartnt windows, spreading across the wooden floor. Jasmine found a comfortable position on the sofa, leaning her back against a pillow.
The green plants on the balcony were growing vigorously, lush and vibrant.
Sylvan never used to tend to plants, but now, he seed to enjoy it, having bought a green plant.
This plant was full of life, and of course, it was easy to care for.
If it were other plants, Sylvan would have likely neglected them to death.
Jasmine lounged lazily, and halfway through her hot water, Sylvan returned.
This ti, he bought her a pair of pink slippers with two white bunny ears on them.
"Do they look good?" He asked, like a child seeking praise, his face full of delight.
Jasmine couldn’t help but laugh; the slippers were indeed cute.
"They look good."
"Try them on." He squatted down, taking off the n’s slippers from her feet and putting on the new ones for her.
Jasmine let him hold her ankle, the sensation was rather enjoyable.
"They fit perfectly." Before she could speak, Sylvan praised himself, "I have a good eye."
Jasmine looked at his face, montarily forgetting to speak.
Sylvan, dissatisfied, looked up: "Don’t they?"
"Yes, your taste is great."
Sylvan was finally satisfied: "I also stopped by to get so groceries. Didn’t you say you wanted to eat my cooking? I’ll give it a try."
"Sure, it’ll definitely be delicious."
"Your mouth is sweet as honey." Sylvan grinned, lightly ruffling her hair.
He suddenly felt that this was nice.
In the future, he would never be the first to ntion breaking up, because when he did, she’d take it seriously.
It seed she could still live well without him, after all, she had the Little Rascal in her belly. But for him, without her, he would be alone.
That feeling, truly unpleasant.
Making her angry was easy, but coaxing her into a good mood was not.
Sylvan stood up, ready to head to the kitchen, but Jasmine’s fingertip hooked his pinky.
She looked up at him, full of expectation yet extrely serious and earnest: "In the future, will you still bring won into the apartnt?"
"There won’t be a future for that."
"Will you keep your word?"
"Yes."
Jasmine brightened: "Go cook then, I’m hungry."
"The snacks I bought you last ti are still there."
"Do we have chips? I’d like so."
"We do, but don’t eat too much."
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