This man is harmful, always so subtle.
Jasmine Yale was eating the dishes in her bowl, her eyes brimming with tranquility: "I've been following you since I was eight, don't you think you should show some gesture?"
"What kind of gesture do you want? Let's hear it."
"Marry me."
"Are you... proposing to me?" Sylvan Cheney's eyebrows raised slightly, his tone nonchalant.
Jasmine Yale thought about it, it did have that implication.
She was confessing to him and even proposing, shouldn't these be the things men are supposed to do?
Thinking about this, she couldn't help but sigh deeply in her heart.
"Who is proposing to you." Jasmine Yale bowed her head and continued eating. "Marry if you want, I'm not desperate."
"Uh-huh."
Jasmine Yale felt annoyed inside, her actions became somewhat forceful as she bowed her head and shoveled the white rice in her bowl.
Sylvan Cheney's meals at home were never long, he usually left right after eating.
