At first, Sylvan Cheney was still rubbing shampoo onto his head.
Being shouted at by Jasmine Yale like that, he didn't dare move, looking at Jasmine timidly, as if he were staring at a dangerous beast.
Jasmine felt Sylvan should be glad she wasn't easily annoyed, otherwise, with his antics, how many women could put up with him?
A minute later.
Sylvan finally stayed still, not daring to move recklessly.
Only then did Jasmine resume washing his head, rinsing away the foam before applying body wash on him.
Having rubbed his upper body, she blushed and stopped, tossing the loofah to him: "You wash yourself."
"I can't." Sylvan looked at her innocently, cheeks flushed, the alcohol fermenting and brewing in the heat, seemingly making him even more tipsy.
Crystal clear water droplets trickled down his hair, adding a touch of wildness and abstinence to his entire demeanor.
He stared directly at Jasmine.
