Chapter 1442: Chapter 1442: Let’s Not...
Jasmine Yale’s small hand tightly clutched the collar of Sylvan Cheney’s shirt, her face adorned with bashfulness.
Sylvan lowered his head and kissed by her earlobe, his voice hoarse with infatuation: "Here?"
Jasmine shook her head in panic, both shy and uneasy: "Let’s not..."
Although there was no one at the Cheney Residence, it was surrounded by panoramic glass...
The thought alone made Jasmine’s face flush with redness.
"It’s fine." Sylvan reassured her, gently kissing her cheek.
Even though it had happened many times, Jasmine felt extremely nervous at this moment, her heart pounding and her limbs weak.
Outside the rooftop was the vast expanse of stars, twinkling in groups.
The light from street lamps cast blurred shadows on the ground.
The rooftop lights were off, leaving the surroundings faintly illuminated, dim and hazy.
Jasmine half-resisted, half-compromised, eventually yielding to Sylvan.
Suddenly, entwined breathing filled the quiet rooftop.
The carpet was soft, white and fluffy, as if they were in the clouds.
Soon, clothing became disheveled and scattered, creating a romantic scene.
Sylvan, perhaps because he hadn’t touched her for a few days, was even more fervent than before.
After their intimate encounter.
Jasmine lay limp in his arms, too exhausted to lift a finger.
In such a setting, she felt somewhat restrained and nervous, but still acquiesced to him.
Sylvan draped his coat over her and whispered in her ear, "Are you cold?"
Jasmine shook her head, truly too weary to speak.
Although it was just once, each of his sessions lasted long.
At first, she could match his rhythm, but towards the end, she was too tired to do anything but enjoy it.
"Do you still want to look at the stars?"
Jasmine shook her head again.
Where was the mood to watch anymore?
"Shall I carry you to take a bath then? Hm?"
This time, Jasmine nodded obediently.
Sylvan tied his clothes around his waist before carrying her back from the rooftop.
They had already developed a tacit understanding in such matters.
After satisfying his desires, Sylvan too took a shower, then silently stood by the window and lit a cigarette.
In his deep eyes was the satisfaction of indulgence. Reminiscing about Jasmine’s legs wrapped around his waist, he couldn’t help but narrow his eyes contentedly.
Jasmine, after her bath, stood in front of the mirror for a long time.
Such an animal.
Kiss marks all over her body.
Stepping out of the bathroom, drying her hair, she naturally handed the hairdryer to him.
Only then did Sylvan put out his cigarette and started to dry her hair.
His hands tenderly weaved through her long hair as she closed her eyes, silently enjoying it.
The hairdryer was loud.
And at some point, Jasmine whispered softly, "I don’t know if you could dry my hair for a lifetime..."
Her voice was very quiet, as if she was only speaking for herself to hear.
He did not respond, only the sound of the hairdryer continued.
The balcony felt spacious and empty, the night endless, forlorn and stretched out.
After drying her hair, he carried her to the large bed: "Sleep first, okay?"
"It’s still early. I can’t sleep yet. I also finished knitting your scarf the other day, have a look, see if it fits." Jasmine pointed to the cabinet, "It’s on that layer, above the compartment where you keep your ties."
"So I have three scarves you’ve knitted?"
"Three? There are not three, the ones from before, you threw them away," Jasmine looked at him surprised.
Sylvan rubbed her hair gently, tenderness in the depth of his eyes.
Thrown away? How could he bear to do so.
Under Jasmine’s eager gaze, Sylvan still took out the newly knitted scarf from the cabinet.
A deep red color, knitted with care.