Maybe she's just naturally friendly.
The car continued to drive forward a bit.
Jasmine Yale wasn't sleepy at all, even though this kind of weather and time were perfect for napping, she just wanted to talk to him, even if it was just to listen to his breathing and watch him drive.
"I'm hungry," Sylvan Cheney suddenly spoke, gripping the steering wheel.
"Hmm?" Jasmine Yale's ears perked up, and she immediately turned to look at him, "I only brought the desserts I made myself, want some?"
"Got anything else?"
"Nope," Jasmine Yale shrugged.
"If there's nothing else, I can only eat this."
Seeing his disdainful expression, Jasmine Yale quickly explained, "The desserts I make are actually good, you should try them, they're really not bad. If they don't taste good... if they don't..."
Jasmine Yale thought for a long time and couldn't think of how to end the sentence.
"If they don't taste good, I'll eat you instead," Sylvan Cheney stared straight ahead, his expression calm.
