The temperature inside the car was very high, filled with a strong sense of love.
Sylvan Cheney stroked her hair with his hand, bowing his head to kiss the tip of her eyebrow.
"Jasmine Yale, don't act coquettish with me, I'm not buying it," Sylvan said softly in her ear, "No amount of coquetry will work, just obediently go back to Cakago and study well."
"What about what happened tonight? Like it never happened?" Jasmine was very angry, "You're not a man, you don't want to take responsibility, right?"
"Yes, I never thought about taking responsibility, consenting adults."
"Bastard!" Jasmine cried, pounding with her fists on his chest, "What do you think I am? Hit it and quit it? Always like this. Why don't you throw some money at me? Is that what you think I am? In your heart, am I that kind of woman?"
"Stop making a fuss."
Sylvan's heart ached, and he reached out to pick up the clothes that had fallen on the ground.
