Warm sunlight shone on her face, causing her eyelashes to flutter slightly.
After a while, she tip-toed again, encircling his neck with her tiny head as she planted messy kisses on his neck and chin.
Previously, she couldn't understand why Sylvan Cheney liked to kiss her, but now, she had become that person as well.
Her kisses were full of passion, but the man in front of her didn't react much.
"Why don't you respond to me? Am I not kissing well?" Jasmine Yale said, embarrassed.
Sylvan Cheney coughed lightly: "Charles Mcintosh and Lilac Serval are here."
Uh...
Jasmine Yale immediately let go of him as if she had been electrocuted.
Lifting her head to look at the entrance, indeed, Charles Mcintosh and Lilac Serval walked in one after the other.
Her face turned red and then pale. They had seen what she had just done.
Charles Mcintosh didn't seem to mind, as he had witnessed it earlier in the morning.
On the other hand, Lilac Serval was wide-eyed, in disbelief.
