She was very happy today and whispered to him, "Are you very tired? I've heard that men don't like shopping."
"Yes."
"But you rarely accompany me to shop. It should be okay just once in a while, right?" Jasmine Yale mused to herself. "If you say it's not okay, then it might be because you usually accompany others too much, so you don't like shopping with me."
"Where do you come up with your logic?" Sylvan Cheney felt amused.
"Yale logic."
"Not focusing your brain on studying, always daydreaming."
"Don't smear me," Jasmine defended herself sternly, "I'm very serious about my studies. If you don't believe me, you can ask the teacher. The teacher even praised me, only you think I'm not good. In your eyes, don't I have any strengths?"
"In my eyes, you are all about strengths."
"Really?"
"Really."
Sylvan Cheney had not opened his eyes; hearing her joyful voice, he curled the corners of his lips.
Jasmine Yale liked being complimented, especially by him.
