Sylvan Cheney didn’t respond, just squinted his eyes and leaned closer, looking at her face.

He cupped her face with one hand, "Jasmine... you like me, don’t you?"

"What’s gotten into you." Jasmine Yale swatted his hand away and sat upright.

"Did you enjoy the movie? If you liked it, I’ll invite you to watch another one next time."

"It was okay," Jasmine said, "The male lead is quite like you."

"Oh? In what way?"

"His personality, I guess. The male lead plays the piano really well too."

Sylvan Cheney chuckled, "But I’m not that great."

"Yeah, you have some self-awareness, you’re a scoundrel, a pure scoundrel."

"Here we go again." Sylvan Cheney looked at her seriously, "A little what? Hmm? Explain it clearly."

As he spoke, he tickled her.

Jasmine Yale was most afraid of tickling, and she immediately surrendered with a white flag: "Alright, you’re not allowed to mess around. Don’t you think the movie had beautiful visuals? Someday I want to release doves in a chapel, or from a tall building."

"Do you want me to take you?"

"No," Jasmine Yale pouted her lips, "I was just saying it in passing; I’m going home."

"Don’t go." Sylvan Cheney suddenly turned around and pressed down on her body, avoiding her swollen belly, "Jasmine, how about we cohabit, I’ll take care of you."

"You..." Jasmine Yale’s eyes widened; she didn’t expect Sylvan Cheney would make such a request; this was something only couples would ask.

Sylvan Cheney’s eyes showed sincerity and seriousness.

Jasmine Yale was momentarily stunned, then shook her head, "I won’t trouble you."

"It’s no trouble. I know my apartment is not big, and I can’t give you much right now, but in the future, anything you want, I can give you. Just give me a chance, a chance for you not to leave me." Sylvan Cheney’s voice had urgency.

"Sylvan Cheney, do you know what cohabiting means? It means having a foundation of feelings, and for us, do you think we have any foundation?" Jasmine Yale looked at him indifferently, "It’s not that when we argue, you say a few things to me, and want to make up, you coax me with sweet words. That’s not a foundation of feelings. A little bickering is love, but if you don’t respect me, that’s not love, and I can’t bear it."

"Jasmine..." Sylvan Cheney was urgent.

"Once, twice, three times... I actually don’t remember how many times I’ve forgiven you, but before long, your bad temper comes back. Cohabiting is no big deal, but what if one day you’re upset and kick me out; should I cry or refuse to leave?"

"Jasmine, I would never do such a thing..."

"I’m not sure." Her face was calm, "I just want to give birth to the baby properly."

"Am I really such a disappointment to you?" Sylvan Cheney lowered his head, his eyes dull and lifeless.

"It’s not disappointment; it’s insecurity."

"We’ve slept together, kissed, you’ve seen all of me, are you not planning to take responsibility?"

Jasmine Yale glared at him, "Are you trying to cheat me? Who slept with you?"

"Didn’t we sleep in the same bed last night? Have you slept in the same bed with another man?"

"You being drunk doesn’t count."

"But you weren’t drunk; a sober person should take responsibility for a drunk person, but you just want to cheat."

"Sylvan Cheney, clearly it’s you who are cheating!" Jasmine Yale was furious.

What does it mean that a sober person should take responsibility for a drunk person?

Six years ago, she was drunk, he slept with her, did he take responsibility? The next day, she wasn’t even awake, and he left.