"Pure or not, it depends on the person, not the age."
Jasmine Yale laughed; he’s so good at sweet-talking.
They stood side by side at the window, looking down, feeling as if they were catching all the splendor beneath them.
Chinatown at night was beautiful, with colorful lights, bustling crowds, laughter and cheer everywhere. The street was lined with all kinds of shops: candy shops, bun shops, jewelry stores, pawn shops...
It was a lively sort of prosperity.
Jasmine leaned against Sylvan Cheney’s shoulder, holding his arm, watching the bustling world together.
Won are more subtle in their thoughts, and she genuinely wished to be with Sylvan forever.
But how long "forever" was, she didn’t know.
"Are you hungry? Let’s order." The man wasn’t too affected by these things, he just enjoyed Jasmine Yale clinging to him.
"You go ahead, you know what I love to eat, just nothing too spicy or greasy," she said.
"Alright, I’ll take charge today."
Sylvan walked over to the table, took the nu from the private room, and began to turn pages.
Jasmine wandered around the room, occasionally looking out at the street or circling behind Sylvan’s chair, leaning over to see him order.
Sylvan could reach her with just a stretch of his hand, and each ti he did, he’d ruffle her hair: "Little rascal."
And Jasmine also loved to tease him, like giving him a secret kiss on the neck.
When she got too mischievous, Sylvan would tickle her, making her giggle and beg for rcy.
They were alone in the room, free to be unrestrained.
Jasmine truly liked the current Sylvan.
If it were the old him, he wouldn’t join her in playful antics, and would scold her if she misbehaved. Despite his young age, he insisted on showing authority in front of her.
The dishes were served promptly.
The bubbling hot pot stead, water rolling with a "gugu" sound, filling the room with warmth.
Sylvan ordered a table full of Jasmine’s favorite foods.
The two sat facing each other, eating and chatting idly.
Jasmine felt it had the charm of a date.
"President, I saw a new Gucci purse in the magazine today, it looks amazing. Will you buy it for ?" Jasmine Yale said, smiling, as she showed him a picture she took on her phone, "Isn’t it beautiful? The burgundy velvet is stunning."
Sylvan squinted at the photo: "Yes, it’s beautiful."
"I have good taste, don’t I?"
"Let’s take a stroll later and buy it for you."
"Okay."
Sylvan was happy inside.
When she wasn’t interested in him, she wouldn’t accept anything he gave her. By willingly asking him for things, she considered him her boyfriend.
This sense of presence was gratifying for Sylvan.
Otherwise, as her boyfriend, he felt like he was just a fixture.
"This baby bok choy is delicious, let serve you so," Jasmine reached out.
Sylvan looked at her: "You have to feed if you truly an it."
Jasmine actually stood up and fed him.
Sylvan had a satisfied look on his face.
"Do you play golf? A few days ago, I went with a client to a golf course and thought about taking you there soti," Sylvan said.
"Is that really what you were thinking? I know a little, but I’m not good. If you’re willing to teach , I’ll definitely learn well."
"For you, when am I ever not willing? Hmm?"
"Sweet talk."
"After you give birth, won tend to care a lot about their figure. Exercising after giving birth will also help with recovery."
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