Sylvan Cheney felt sorry for her after standing for five minutes: "You sleep on the bed, I'll sleep on the sofa. I promise not to disturb you, okay?"
Jasmine Yale was also tired, truly exhausted.
In the middle of the night, with nowhere to go, she glanced at him lightly: "You can't always cheat me like this."
"I'm serious."
"Okay."
Jasmine didn't stand on ceremony with him and slept on Sylvan Cheney's big bed.
The whole bed was hers, and she slept more comfortably. She hugged the blanket tightly and almost curled herself up in the pillow.
The pillow carried his scent.
Sylvan Cheney breathed a sigh of relief, he really did sleep on the sofa.
The sofa wasn't large, and he was tall, so he could only curl up awkwardly, covering himself with a thick blanket.
This sleep, Jasmine was very comfortable.
The baby in her belly probably felt tired too and did not bother her.
...
The next day was a cloudy day.
The sky was gloomy, surrounded by dense clouds.
