Jasmine Yale was truly convinced by him; he didn't care about his face at all.
She turned her back to him and dried her hands.
Sylvan Cheney stared at her beautiful back for a long time, feeling ashamed as his body reacted.
"I'm heading out, call me if you need anything. Hurry up and wash; the water will get cold," Jasmine advised, "Don't fall asleep."
After speaking, Jasmine left the bathroom.
Walking to the window, she took a deep breath. Her chest felt tight, and there was a tingling sensation coursing through her body, like an electric current.
This floating sensation was like a tiny boat rocking amidst the tide, drifting unpredictably.
Her heart swelled with an unbearable restlessness.
She left the window open, letting the breeze in.
She didn't feel cold; rather, there was still a sense of heat.
