A string of various, dense data, she thought... well, watching TV is better.
During that time, Jasmine Yale was like a jubilant rabbit, running here and there, everywhere.
She brought over the cake, and while Sylvan Cheney was working, she would fork a piece of cake to feed him.
He had always neither refused nor actively accepted sweets.
Jasmine fed him, and he happily accepted it and ate.
"I can't be the only one getting fat, if we get fat together, you won't disdain me," Jasmine muttered.
"Do you think I will get fat?" Sylvan said lightly.
"Um..."
Jasmine admitted, this man led a very regular life, with fitness and morning runs, it seemed difficult for him to get fat.
She liked how he looked when he was working; she could watch him all day without getting tired.
Sylvan's side profile was deep and resolute, with clear-cut edges, a taut chin line, and his cool, focused eyes gazing at the computer screen.
