"I don't know if it's because his kissing skills are too good, but she gradually calmed down, responding to him cooperatively.
When the atmosphere was intense, Jasmine Yale was moved.
The air was filled with a warm fragrance, and the temperature was rising steadily.
A long while later, Sylvan Cheney finally stopped kissing her and pulled away.
Jasmine Yale was so thoroughly kissed she was in a daze, her cheeks flushed, her breath mingling with his.
"Come down to eat, okay?"
Jasmine lazily raised her arms: "Hold me."
This time, Sylvan Cheney didn't argue with her. He lifted her horizontally and carried her out of the bedroom from the bed.
Jasmine curled up in his arms, drawing circles on his chest with her small hand.
Sylvan Cheney carried her all the way from the third floor to the first floor.
"If this keeps up, you won't even walk anymore," he frowned disapprovingly.
"It's your fault, shouldn't you refuse when I ask to be held? This is not right to spoil me like this."
