"Don’t sleep, it’s still bright outside." Sylvan Cheney wasn’t going to let her off the hook.

Jasmine Yale was speechless. How was it still bright?

It was just that the lights outside were very bright.

Sylvan Cheney leaned against her, constantly nudging her, almost pushing Jasmine Yale into a corner. "Let’s play a game."

"Play a game? Who’s playing games with you? If you want to play, go to kindergarten tomorrow!" Jasmine looked up at the sky, speechless.

"The game goes like this... I’ll ask questions, you answer, and you can only answer ’yes’ or ’no’, understand?" Sylvan was very excited.

Jasmine furrowed her brows at this old game. Many years ago, she tricked him into playing it.

She was too lazy to respond.

But Sylvan wouldn’t stop: "Are you Jasmine Yale?"

"..."

"Not gonna play with me?" Suddenly, Sylvan reached out and tickled her underarm.

Jasmine, sensitive, dodged away, her teeth chattering in anger: "Sylvan Cheney, are you a kid?!"

Just as she finished speaking, Sylvan lowered his body and kissed her neck.

One kiss wasn’t enough, he pressed against her, planting several hickeys on her fair neck.

"Sylvan Cheney, if you go too far, I’ll throw you out." Jasmine pushed him away.

"Jasmine Yale, Jasmine Yale..." He started calling her name again, nonstop, always making a fuss.

Jasmine didn’t know what to do with him, so she let him keep calling.

"Jasmine Yale, Erin Janus saved me, did you know? She saved my life..."

Jasmine was taken aback, why bring this up?

"But I can’t repay her with my life, what do you think I should do?"

"How can you not repay her with your life? Spend a night with her, and you’ll be comfortable too." Jasmine replied nonchalantly.

"That’s not the act of a gentleman, a true gentleman has noble spirit, is poised without arrogance, and open-hearted and praises others’ virtues. You wouldn’t understand even if I told you."

Jasmine chuckled: "Are you a gentleman? A rascal who starts fights."

"Don’t call me little..."

"Alright, calm down a bit."

Suddenly, Sylvan grabbed her hand and pressed it down against his belt buckle.

"Sylvan Cheney, you’re being a pervert! Get lost!" Jasmine instinctively pulled her hand back, almost slapping him.

Despite this, she still felt the hot bulge.

In the dark, Jasmine’s face instantly turned red, burning hot, her fingers felt like they touched a hot potato, and her heart pounded hard.

"Still saying I’m little?"

"Screw you!" Jasmine was really angry.

"Little?" Sylvan was persistent; he believed this was a matter of a man’s dignity.

"Sylvan Cheney, are you going to leave or not? Go far away, quickly!" Jasmine panted, gritting her teeth.

"You need to answer me seriously." Sylvan wouldn’t give up, "You have to seriously answer me again."

"..." Jasmine said nothing; she had to maintain some face while he didn’t.

But Sylvan just wouldn’t quit, he pressed his body closer to her: "Answer me, answer me..."

Initially, his tone was forceful, unwilling to give up until he got what he wanted.

But after asking several times with no response from Jasmine, he lowered his eyelashes, hung his head, a bit at a loss.

The air suddenly fell silent.

After a long while, he muttered to himself quietly, weak and self-deprecating: "Is it really that small..."

Jasmine: "..."

In the dark, her face blushed like a ripe shrimp.

She bit her lip, a tingling sensation washed over her body.