As Jasmine Yale was chattering away incessantly, she was caught off guard and startled, turning her head to meet his gentle gaze.
His eyes were like shallow ripples, resembling a boundless ocean, where one could accidentally drown.
Jasmine's heart softened.
She smiled at him, showing her two little dimples.
Sylvan Cheney smiled back.
In that instant, his first thought was that he must have her give him a daughter someday.
As such, their daughter would surely inherit all her advantages, like her beauty, her dimples, her big eyes... Just thinking about it seemed extremely wonderful.
Jasmine linked her arm with his, leaning against him: "Do you find what I'm saying boring?"
"It's very interesting."
"Then why aren't you reacting much?"
"Because I prefer watching you when you talk, listening to the sound of your voice, there's no spare thought left to focus on your words."
"Are all men's words so sweet?" Jasmine nearly clutched her heart, finding it unbearable.
