"As long as Sylvan Cheney was there, she decided not to go.
While on the phone, Sylvan noticed Jasmine Yale peep out, and then duck back out of view, he hung up the call.
In the bathroom, Jasmine was drying her hair with a towel.
Sylvan walked over, took her hairdryer: "Let me do it for you."
Jasmine shook her hair and jumped back in shock.
"That would be too much."
Especially given the fact that Sylvan's hair-drying skills didn't inspire much confidence.
Sylvan's face fell, he pulled her into his arms and held her tight.
Turning on the hairdryer —
"Why are you so dominating? I've already rejected you." Jasmine complained.
"..."
"Mr. Cheney, your skills are so poor that it's better if you don't do it."
"..."
"Mr. Cheney, you're no good."
"Jasmine Yale." Sylvan curled up the corners of his lips in an ironic smile, "You've already tried me, haven't you?"
Damn it.
Jasmine hid her emotions.
Could you stop doing that?
