"It’s not my fault for being good-looking." Sylvan Cheney frowned.

"Then I’d rather find someone not good-looking, who can live a stable life!"

"What can I do then..." Sylvan Cheney found himself in a dilemma.

"Forget it, I’m not discussing this with you." Jasmine Yale backed down a bit, knowing that discussing anything with him at this moment was pointless; he’d forget everything when he woke up.

"Halloween is interesting." Sylvan Cheney seemed to have noticed the bustling street outside the window.

"Yeah."

"Will you bring me back for Halloween next year?"

"I don’t know." Jasmine Yale responded indifferently; she really didn’t know.

A step forward brings a field of thorns; a step back leads to an abyss, caught in a dilemma.

Where is the starry sky and sea to gaze upon...

"Why don’t you know?" Sylvan Cheney wasn’t satisfied with this answer, "If you don’t bring me, I’ll just bring you."

His arm was still tightly wrapped around Jasmine Yale.

The evening breeze blew in from the window, Jasmine Yale’s deep eyes gazed at the night scenery and bustling streets, and the restlessness within her gradually dissipated, her heartbeat started to calm down.

Sylvan Cheney probably didn’t get the response he wanted and rubbed against her neck: "Say something, say something."

Jasmine Yale felt ticklish from his rubbing: "What do you want me to say..."

"Anything is fine, just don’t stay silent, I like hearing you talk..."

Sylvan Cheney’s tone held a hint of childishness, but Jasmine Yale truly didn’t know what to say, as talking to someone drunk was pointless.

The car turned a corner, entering the residential area where Sylvan Cheney lived.

The taxi stopped in front of the building.

At this moment, the moon was bright, the wind was clear, even the shadows of the trees were gentle.

Jasmine Yale glanced at the time; it was past eleven, the quietest time for a neighborhood.

There was no sound around; she could even hear her own breathing and heartbeat.

The wind blew, casting shadows of the trees, the moonlight was pure and bright.

Jasmine Yale got out of the car first.

Sylvan Cheney stayed in the car, refusing to get out, watching Jasmine Yale standing on the open ground through the open car door, acting as if he were being stubborn.

"Get out, we’re home." Jasmine Yale couldn’t drag him out, so she had to coax him.

In the dim light, the frost had faded from Sylvan Cheney’s noble and cool face, replaced by a gentle, smiling glow in his brows and eyes.

As she looked at him, he was also looking at her.

"Get out, or I’ll leave you here alone if you don’t." Jasmine Yale coaxed and teased.

Sylvan Cheney behaved just like a child, refusing to get out of the car, sitting at the edge of it, keeping his gaze on her.

The taxi driver urged Jasmine Yale twice.

Jasmine Yale had to step forward, warning him: "Don’t push your luck, if you keep behaving like this, I’ll report you."

"Just a kiss here, then I’ll get out." Sylvan Cheney pointed to his right cheek.

Under the moonlight, his long eyelashes were covered with a faint glow, and the tiredness on his face had been replaced by joy.

He seemed genuinely happy.

"Get out if you want, no one pampers you." Jasmine Yale had no intention of indulging him; some bad habits shouldn’t be indulged, or they’ll become habitual.

"Oh." Sylvan Cheney really pulled back into the car.

Jasmine Yale took a few steps away.

Turning her head, she found Sylvan Cheney sitting leisurely in the car, showing no intention of getting out.

She was really infuriated, walked back: "Sylvan Cheney, you’re so outrageous, utterly outrageous! Don’t you have any shame!"

Sylvan Cheney seemed not to have heard, turning a deaf ear.

The driver urged a few more times.

Jasmine Yale had no choice but to press down on his neck, and give him a light kiss on the cheek like a dragonfly touching the water.