She actually likes watching them. When there’s nothing to do at home, she watches these kinds of movies.

The room was dimly lit.

Jasmine Yale and Sylvan Cheney nestled on the sofa, watching a movie together. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

In the living room, only the sound of the movie and their intertwined breathing remained.

Jasmine Yale held a milk cup in one hand, drinking milk, while the other rested on her belly, gently stroking the baby inside.

Sylvan Cheney’s expression was serious and he watched with intense concentration.

The movie’s story took place in Prague, the capital of the Taech Republic. It was a war-themed romance film. The male and female leads went from strangers to lovers, later running around for peace, each going their separate ways. When they reunited, the war had ended and the city was peaceful and quiet.

Images of doves of peace and churches frequently appeared in the movie. Although the war scenes were violent, when the doves took flight, the picture turned to a softer tone.

The female lead was a beautiful beauty, also a war reporter whose life revolved around the battlefield.

And the male lead was an upper-class entrepreneur, gentlemanly and elegant, who drained his wealth to support the cause of peace and just war.

Jasmine Yale was very absorbed; when gunfire and explosions erupted, she couldn’t help but get nervous, her small hand clutching her pajamas tightly.

Perhaps she was too engrossed, for she didn’t notice when Sylvan Cheney’s large hand covered the back of hers.

By the time she noticed, he had already been holding her hand for quite a while.

Midway, he leaned closer to her, drawing her into his arms, and murmured softly, "Lean on my shoulder to watch, hmm?"

He was wearing a black, thin sweater with a soft texture.

Jasmine Yale, leaning against him, felt a particularly reassuring sense of comfort.

The melody of the movie was very beautiful; there weren’t many war scenes, with most scenes using beauty to highlight the cruelty of war.

The movie’s theme song was exceptionally soothing, yet it had a shockingly captivating allure.

Jasmine Yale had a shallow emotional reservoir; several scenes nearly brought her to tears. If not for Sylvan Cheney being there, she definitely would have cried.

When she was a child, watching movies alone at home and crying in her bedroom, he had always looked disdainful, saying she had no backbone.

Alright, alright, the spineless Little Jacy has grown up and can’t cry anymore.

The movie lasted over an hour.

In the end, the male and female leads stood at the high point of a church. The female lead personally released a dove of peace. The male lead’s gaze first fell on the dove and then on the female lead’s face.

At that moment, the female lead also turned her head, their eyes meeting, full of tenderness.

The film ended abruptly.

Jasmine Yale silently gazed at the screen, feeling an unspeakable sensation in her heart.

Such a movie had no overly shocking scenes, yet it was extraordinarily soothing and left an enduring aftertaste.

Sylvan Cheney reached out and pressed the stop button.

Jasmine Yale rubbed her tears away on his sweater.

"Do you also watch this kind of movie?" Jasmine Yale asked in a low voice after a long time, as if still savoring the movie, unwilling to disturb the lingering beauty.

"Mm, what about it?"

"I thought you didn’t like watching this kind of romantic films."

"Then what do you think I like to watch?"

"Love action movies."

"..."

Jasmine Yale laughed, "Pretend I didn’t say anything."

Sylvan Cheney wrapped his arm around her waist, not letting go, lowered his head, and carefully observed her face, his gaze falling on her face.

He reached out his finger to lift her chin, chuckling softly, "Are all young wives like this?"

"What are you talking about?" Jasmine Yale swatted his finger away, "I’m a young wife, what are you?"