"Don't sleep, it's still bright outside." Sylvan Cheney wasn't going to let her off the hook.
Jasmine Yale was speechless. How was it still bright?
It was just that the lights outside were very bright.
Sylvan Cheney leaned against her, constantly nudging her, almost pushing Jasmine Yale into a corner. "Let's play a game."
"Play a game? Who's playing games with you? If you want to play, go to kindergarten tomorrow!" Jasmine looked up at the sky, speechless.
"The game goes like this... I'll ask questions, you answer, and you can only answer 'yes' or 'no', understand?" Sylvan was very excited.
Jasmine furrowed her brows at this old game. Many years ago, she tricked him into playing it.
She was too lazy to respond.
But Sylvan wouldn't stop: "Are you Jasmine Yale?"
"..."
"Not gonna play with me?" Suddenly, Sylvan reached out and tickled her underarm.
Jasmine, sensitive, dodged away, her teeth chattering in anger: "Sylvan Cheney, are you a kid?!"
