Chapter 939: Chapter 939: The Legendary Couple’s Na Chapter 939: Chapter 939: The Legendary Couple’s Na After ending the call, she opened her Weibo account, which she hadn’t logged into for a long ti.
There were no comnts for her, no private ssages, not even a single like.
Her Weibo had been silent for a long ti.
She checked her mutual followings, knowing that “SJC” was Sylvan Cheney.
Except he had changed his userna later, to “Little Orange°”.
Now, it seed like he hadn’t logged into Weibo for ages either; his nickna was still “Little Orange°”.
“Little Orange. ——Little Orange°”…
Jasmine Yale found it more and more awkward no matter how she looked at it.
Jasmine Yale realized belatedly, wasn’t that the kind of couple nickna you hear about in legends?
Although she had never been in a relationship, she had seen plenty of public displays of affection… This…
Must have been a whim of his to pursue her during that ti, which prompted the change.
Since he hadn’t logged into Weibo since then, he never changed it back.
Jasmine didn’t feel like changing her nickna; she had been using it for so long and was quite accustod to it.
She silently posted a Weibo update—
Little Orange: The sun shone perfectly when I ca, and the flowers were in bloom on my departure. May from now on, Jasmine have dreamlike monts, happy and peaceful.
After posting, she silently turned off Weibo.
This was her wish, and also her yearning.
Happy and peaceful.
Later that evening, Jasmine Yale went downstairs to take out the trash.
The early sumr night was veiled in starlight and moonlight, the air filled with the scent of flowers and freshness.
Dressed in simple ho clothes and slippers, her eyes shone with bright light!
Her mood was indeed good, for the day’s written test results had co out.
She ranked second overall in the exam, which was quite an excellent result.
Humming a song, Jasmine walked along.
Having disposed of the trash, she walked past a banyan tree at the bottom of the building.
With her head down, stepping on her own shadow, she was so cheerful she felt like flying.
But—she hadn’t noticed the black Rolls-Royce that was slowly approaching in the moonlight.
The car stopped beside her, and Jasmine was startled.
Before she could recover her wits, the rear door of the car opened, and she was pulled in by a forceful power!
“Ah…”
Jasmine’s face changed instantly!
No lights were on in the car, and the man pinned her to the backseat, not giving her a chance to resist.
Charles Mcintosh, from the driver’s seat, tactfully left and went to a spot out of sight to light a cigarette.
Realizing what was happening, Jasmine knew it was none other than Sylvan Cheney.
Sylvan Cheney had been drinking.
The sll of alcohol mixed with his distinctive Agarwood Fragrance assaulted Jasmine’s sense of sll.
“Mr. Cheney, have you been drinking? Let go…” Jasmine frowned.
Sylvan pressed her firmly onto the seat and bent over to kiss her.
He kissed her lips, she dodged.
He kissed her neck, she kicked him.
But inevitably, his hot and wet kisses still landed on her snow-white skin.
It was sumr, and she wasn’t wearing much. Sylvan’s hands road her body.
In the past few months, she had only seen him twice.
Once was a brief encounter, the other was when she went to find him.
She thought he would never take the initiative to find her, and yet, there he was.
Clearly, Sylvan Cheney had drunk a lot today, his breathing sowhat rough.
“Jasmine Yale…” he called her na, his voice deep and hoarse, “Jasmine Yale…”
His hands didn’t stop their movents.
By the moonlight, Jasmine saw deep colors and a restrained glow in his eyes.
The man wore a dark-colored shirt, with a deep blue tie around his neck.
The tie fell loosely, brushing her cheek, tickling her.
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