Her eyes were fixed intently on the half cup of coffee he had drunk.
"No way," Sylvan Cheney sternly refused.
"Why not?" Jasmine Yale didn't understand, blinking her large eyes as she leaned forward.
"There's no 'why not."
Jasmine Yale: "..."
He was using that tactic again.
Jasmine Yale was irked, she leaned over once more and suddenly snatched the half-drunk coffee from him, cradling it in her palms.
Sylvan Cheney, not wanting her to burn herself, didn't fight for it back, his eyes and brows soaked with helplessness and indulgence.
Jasmine Yale was pleased, and started drinking from his cup.
After a sip, she frowned, "Bitter, it doesn't taste good."
"I told you not to drink it." Sylvan Cheney was even more helpless, she just wouldn't listen.
Jasmine Yale's frown deepened, after only one sip, she pushed the coffee back to him, "I don't want it."
Having said that, she continued to drink the milk from her cup.
