The silent Sylvan Cheney was calm, with a gentle, clean face.

His eyelashes were long, casting a fan-shaped shadow on his eyelids.

Perhaps due to the medication, Sylvan Cheney had calmed down, stopped speaking, and settled back into slumber.

Only then did Jasmine Yale carefully turn off the light and find a spot beside the bed to sleep.

His apartment was comfortable, and before long, Jasmine Yale was so tired she fell asleep as well.

She wasn’t picky about her bed and fell asleep as soon as she lay down.

Outside the window, the moonlight was clear, casting a hazy light on the pale gray curtains, vaguely imprinting blurry outlines.

Late at night.

She wasn’t sure what time it was.

After sleeping for a while, Jasmine Yale felt a cool, damp sensation on her chest.

She moved slightly and reached out to turn on the bedside lamp.

"Sylvan Cheney, what are you doing!" Jasmine Yale hurriedly pulled her robe snugly around herself, glaring at him.

This beast was actually kissing her on both sides...

She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

"Oh, I was dreaming." Sylvan Cheney rubbed his eyes innocently.

"I’m not sleeping anymore, you sleep." Jasmine Yale was angry, got out of bed, and threw on a coat.

She stood by the window and only then realized it was already 3 AM.

"Honey, honey, come sleep..." Sylvan Cheney mumbled, calling her as he got out of bed.

He walked over and hugged Jasmine Yale’s waist from behind, rubbing her round belly: "Don’t be mad, come sleep... I just dreamed about you... In the dream, you still had baby fat on your cheeks, looking like seventeen or eighteen, very cute, I dreamed of you sitting on the sofa eating chips, I was scolding you not to eat too much... you talked back to me and ignored me..."

Sylvan Cheney said a lot, his hoarse voice filled with a dreamy quality.

Jasmine Yale was in a daze.

In her eyes was an endless sense of melancholy, like the distant and vast sky.

"In the dream, you ignored me, and now you’re still ignoring me..." Sylvan Cheney was quite aggrieved.

Jasmine Yale pried his fingers apart: "Why would I ignore you, don’t you have a clue?"

"No clue, no clue." Sylvan Cheney started acting like a scoundrel, nuzzling Jasmine Yale’s neck.

As soon as he nuzzled, Jasmine Yale couldn’t stand it.

She didn’t know why she was so sensitive.

"Sylvan Cheney, go away."

"No way, once I let go, you’ll run away. If you run away, I won’t have a wife..."

Jasmine Yale really didn’t know how to handle Sylvan Cheney.

Judging by his state, his drunkenness hadn’t worn off.

"I’ll call Assistant Yuvan to keep you company," Jasmine Yale said flatly.

"No... no... I don’t like men..."

"Then what do you want? I’m pregnant, I’m very tired!"

"Oh..." Sylvan Cheney let go, "Sorry, sorry."

"Forget it, go back to bed, you don’t need to worry about me." Jasmine Yale really didn’t know how to handle everything between them.

She looked at the moonlight outside the window and the boundless night sky, feeling a chill in her heart. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Not sure what the feeling was, or perhaps it was a feeling of nothing.

She was exhausted from taking care of Sylvan Cheney all night, and honestly, she was too tired.

Yet he... wouldn’t even listen to her when she said "don’t drink too much," she didn’t know what to do.

Her eyes moist, Jasmine Yale’s nose tingled, silently gazing out the window.

The sparse shadow of the wutong tree, the bright moon leaning to the west.

This time, after Sylvan Cheney let go, he didn’t hug her again, just stood by her side.

She didn’t leave, and he didn’t leave, standing with her the whole time.