At night, Little Chale insisted that Jasmine Yale sleep with him.
Jasmine Yale felt it was inappropriate, but she couldn't resist the little guy's persistent coaxing, so she agreed.
Early on, the little guy had already made the bed neatly, even personally bringing pillows and slippers, busily bustling about.
Jasmine Yale didn't have to do anything, just watching this little darling run back and forth.
"Jasy, drink some juice." Little Chale handed her a transparent glass cup, "The cook just squeezed it, it's fresh, I just had a glass."
"Thank you, Little Chaley." Jasmine Yale accepted it, a crescent-like smile in her eyes.
Jasmine Yale tutored him for a while on his homework.
The little one was restless, always wanting to snuggle up to Jasmine Yale.
"Little Chaley, we just went over this question, do it again on your own."
"If I get it right, can I get a kiss?" Little Chale covered his face; he really wanted to kiss Jasmine Yale.
