His voice, his breath, everything stirred the strings of her heart.
A feeling of revival came over her heart, like tender buds breaking through the soil in spring, impossible to suppress.
Sylvan Cheney saw her hesitating, not speaking, and pressed her closer to him, his voice particularly seductive: "Can't see clearly... then look for a few more minutes."
Their faces were almost touching, and Jasmine Yale's palms were sweating.
In the past, they had done all sorts of sneaky things together, yet she never felt as intensely as she did now. This feeling... was somewhat like the first time she saw him without clothes, her heart wildly restless.
"Do you... usually seduce women like this?" Jasmine Yale breathed heavily.
"You felt seduced?"
"Shameful." Jasmine Yale moved her lips, "Let go of my hand."
"Then you need to answer again, can you see clearly now?"
"Alright, I can see clearly, I want to eat." Jasmine Yale gently pushed him, her face like a ripe red apple, burning hot.
