Sylvan Cheney reached out, his slender fingers touching her strands of hair.
"Did you get a haircut?"
Jasmine Yale opened her eyes again, looking at him resentfully: "I didn't cut it again."
"Hmm."
He seemed quite satisfied, his fingers winding around her soft hair, letting these delicate strands wrap around his fingertips.
Jasmine Yale did not resist, silently resting her head, her big eyes shimmering with gloss.
It was an unexpected surprise that Sylvan Cheney could come back.
It was a good thing that he could.
Jasmine Yale sat by the window watching the scenery passing by, she could obviously feel Sylvan Cheney's hot gaze constantly resting on her face.
She shifted uncomfortably, averting her gaze.
"Have you missed me these days?" Sylvan Cheney asked, lowering his voice.
"..." Jasmine Yale remained silent.
"No?"
"..."
"Ungrateful." Sylvan Cheney couldn't help but scold her.
She was not even as good as Chale Cheney.
