"Just tell which one you want to watch, I’m not busy today," said Sylvan Cheney.
"Then let’s just take a stroll."
"Alright." Sylvan Cheney stood up, pulled Jasmine Yale into his arms, and held her closely, giving her a kiss.
Jasmine Yale let him kiss her without resisting.
Since there was no one else in the private room, Sylvan Cheney kissed her deeply, then gently cupped her chin and gave her a lingering kiss.
After the kiss, he helped her put on her coat and tied her scarf.
"Let’s go." He took her hand.
After eating hotpot, her palms were much warr, no longer ice-cold.
It was the most bustling ti of night in Chinatown, with people everywhere, brightly lit as if it were dayti.
Sylvan Cheney protected Jasmine Yale, afraid that anything might happen to her.
"Follow , I’m very familiar with this place, I’ve been here many tis," Jasmine Yale said.
As they walked, she would introduce things to Sylvan Cheney, such as that the people in that bar were all gay, or that the goods in that jewelry store were very expensive, or that the street tofu was the best.
The bright lights highlighted Jasmine Yale’s snow-like skin, and her eyes were like stars in the sky, sparkling and beautiful.
Jasmine Yale had been to this place many tis, but it was her first ti coming with Sylvan Cheney.
No matter how many tis she ca, it couldn’t compare to coming once with the one she loved.
After visiting so fun places, Jasmine Yale got tired, so she pulled Sylvan Cheney to sit on a bench on the street, watching the fireworks.
Occasionally, fireworks would be set off here, not in large scale, but still beautiful.
She leaned on his shoulder, slipping her small hand into his coat pocket, like a girl in love, her face full of sweetness.
"Sylvan Cheney, I like you."
Hearing her sudden confession, Sylvan Cheney smiled, "I know."
"Mmm, it’s good you know. No matter what you do in the future, always rember, there’s soone who likes you, so don’t let her down."
"Mmm," Sylvan Cheney responded.
There were also two other couples on the bench, laughing and playing.
When the fireworks rose into the night sky, the whole sky was filled with colorful lights.
Jasmine Yale snuggled closer to Sylvan Cheney, and in those monts of deep emotion, she would lift her head to kiss his chin.
In such a place, on such an occasion, she wasn’t shy or hesitant, doing whatever she wanted.
She also liked to bury her head in his scarf, as it was very warm.
"Sylvan Cheney, I’ve liked you for a long, long ti."
"Hmm? How long is a long ti?"
"I don’t know either."
She wasn’t sure which year, which month, or which day she secretly developed feelings for him.
In any case, it had been a long, long ti.
They sat on the bench, fireworks blossoming in the distance, lding into a serene picture.
Jasmine Yale caressed her belly, her smile deepening at the corners of her mouth.
Looking up, Jasmine Yale suddenly saw not far away Joan Harry being pulled by Jesse Rowan as they passed by, Jesse’s attitude was very harsh and domineering.
Joan Harry was being led away by him, with two bodyguards following behind them.
Joan Harry was wrapped in a loose cal-colored long coat, and since she was already slim, she looked even more slender.
Probably because she wasn’t wearing high heels, Joan Harry seed particularly petite standing beside the tall Jesse Rowan.
It was the first ti Jasmine Yale saw Jesse Rowan up close, and he looked even younger than he appeared on TV, just in his twenties.
He pulled Joan Harry away without pause from Chinatown.
Jasmine Yale didn’t expect they hadn’t returned to the hotel yet; she thought they had left a long ti ago.
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