When she returned to the bedroom, Sylvan Cheney had already undressed.
Seeing his somber face, Jasmine Yale was somewhat hesitant to approach him.
She stood at the doorway for a while, undecided about whether to proceed inside.
"What are you doing standing out there?"
"I..." Jasmine made a grimace, "Didn't you dislike seeing me around? I'm afraid you'll lose your temper."
"Come here!" Sylvan ordered.
Only then did Jasmine reluctantly move closer to him.
"Help me bathe."
Jasmine's eyes widened.
"I can't," she quickly retorted, shaking her hands, "I've only bathed Little Chale and Riceball."
SylvanCheney: "..."
"Mr. Cheney, shall I call a servant for you?"
"Where do you get all these excuses?" Sylvan Cheney was displeased.
"It's... not an excuse. I really don't know how, I've never bathed a man before," Jasmine declared discontently.
"Once you've done it, you'll know how," Sylvan Cheney began unbuttoning his shirt.
