"What do we do later?" Sylvan Cheney asked knowingly.
"You're so bad." Jasmine Yale's face turned red, her eyes shone with a flickering light, dazzling like stars.
Sylvan Cheney hooked his lips into a smile.
On the way, he didn't let her down but carried her on his back to the Cheney Residence.
Jasmine Yale chattered non-stop, "Sylvan Cheney, Butler Santana once said during New Year's that you were alone at home. From now on, I will stay with you. We haven't spent New Year's together for five years now..."
"When I was 18, I thought someday you'd marry and have children, and then you wouldn't need me anymore, I wouldn't be able to celebrate your birthday or New Year's or eat meals with you."
"You have no idea, I was sad for a very long time during that period, always fearing that as soon as dawn broke, you wouldn't want me anymore. Or, I always feared that as soon as dawn broke, you'd introduce me to a pretty girl, calling her your girlfriend."
