Sylvan Cheney was patient with her, but Jasmine Yale was too tired beyond words!
"Being disobedient? Dirty girls aren't allowed to sleep in my bed."
"You're so annoying."
Jasmine Yale had just woken up, she pointed a finger at Sylvan's face and scratched it a bit.
Instantly, two red marks appeared on Sylvan's handsome face.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her off the bed.
"Go take a bath!"
Jasmine Yale rubbed her sleepy eyes, her face full of exhaustion, and her big eyes barely open due to fatigue.
"I really hate this."
Jasmine mumbled discontentedly while she reluctantly got off the bed.
She knew he has mysophobia.
When she lived alone, she could do whatever she wanted.
But now... Jasmine vented her anger by tossing her toiletries around clattered vehemently.
"Spoiled." stated Sylvan helplessly.
The night was tranquil and silent outside the window.
The pale yellow moonlight, like a foggy layer, poured onto the gray curtains, casting a faint halo.
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