Jasmine Yale lay on his shoulder, like a soft and cuddly koala.
Sylvan Cheney was happy to hold her like this; he always felt she was much cuter when she was being playful than when she was throwing a tantrum.
It might have been a long ti since Jasmine Yale last acted playful with Sylvan, but she was in good spirits now, snuggling up to him continuously.
If her belly weren’t so big, she would have already burrowed into his arms, letting him hold her tight.
One of her favorite things was to nestle in his embrace, leaning against his broad chest. Her little face pressed against him, being held by him gave her a trendous sense of security, even her heart felt much calr.
"You seem to really like being held by ." Sylvan looked down at her.
She nuzzled him twice, "You found out, huh."
"Do you feel it’s very comfortable being held by ?"
"Yes, it’s like leaning against a stuffed toy." Jasmine Yale looked content, her eyes were full of laughter.
Sylvan leaned down, whispering softly in her ear, "There is sothing even more comfortable, do you want to try it?"
"I refuse."
Sylvan chuckled, "Alright, no rush, you’ll experience it later."
"You’re simply a veteran; do you secretly watch adult films during work hours?"
"Do you think I need to watch them?"
Through the sweater, Sylvan tickled her.
He didn’t like what she said.
"I rember your kissing skills used to be terrible."
"It’s the sort of thing you get better at over ti; in dreams, I’ve kissed you countless tis." He narrowed his eyes deviously.
"You dread about ? Dread about what?"
"Of course..." he gently bit her earlobe, "what you think about during the day, you dream about at night. I dread of us... on the bed, on the sofa, on the balcony, and in the kitchen and many other places, we’ve tried them all."
"You’re so shaless, do your subordinates know?"
"I’m already very restrained, understand?" Sylvan pulled her into his arms, looking down at her.
Facing each other, this position made Jasmine Yale blush fiercely.
She lightly pushed against his chest, but he caught her hands.
His fingers gently stroked her delicate face, and in his eyes lay endless deep affection, like a tide surging.
Their gazes t, sparks flew.
The temperature suddenly rose.
In the air, floating particles surged up and down.
Sylvan’s hand soon fell on her belly again, feeling it through her clothes; his heart seed to experience ups and downs alongside it.
"The little one seems to really like ." His face showed pleasure, seeming to be in a good mood.
"So what if it likes you, in your eyes it’s just a little burden."
"Do you have to hold a grudge?"
"Can I not?"
"How can I make you not hold a grudge? Hmm?" Sylvan looked at her.
"Let’s see how you act; if you treat him kindly, he might not mind this matter."
"I’ll take good care of both him and you; I will fulfill my responsibilities as a father." Sylvan’s deep eyes were filled with an unfathomable shine.
"No matter how big your temper is in the future, you cannot take it out on the baby." Jasmine Yale said quietly, "I have a big heart, it’s fine, but he is still a child; you cannot hurt him. If it’s a little girl, then you definitely can’t hurt her—girls are more sensitive and will rember for a long ti."
"Am I that type of person? Don’t I look like a good guy to you?" Sylvan was quite displeased with her words.
"I’m just afraid you don’t like children," Jasmine Yale said faintly.
"You gave birth to him; I will treat him as my own and love him, and you mustn’t leave either."
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