"Oh." Sylvan Cheney responded.
Jasmine Yale fetched him a set of gray-black pajamas and went to fill the bathtub with hot water for him.
Sylvan Cheney seemed completely at ease, leaving Jasmine with no words for her frustration.
She'd never seen anyone like this; she couldn't even count how many times she'd served him since being pregnant.
Having a pregnant woman serve you, aren't you afraid of shortening your life?
Jasmine Yale's movements were somewhat inconvenient; sometimes simple tasks took a lot of time, really because her belly was big—squatting was difficult, standing was difficult.
It wasn't long before her waist started to ache.
"Okay, the hot water is ready now, go and have your bath, wash thoroughly, did you hear me?" Jasmine Yale said as she approached the sofa, looking at Sylvan Cheney.
"You help me wash."
"You're not a child!"
"You help me wash."
