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Although Jasmine wants to stay with him for a while longer, she has no intention of spending the night here. "Can't you ask him to wait for me?"

Pehry points at the watch on the wall and says, "It's already eleven o'clock. Doesn't he need to sleep?"

Jasmine can't retort that. Pehry is right. The driver can't sleep in the car. It's not nice.

Should she leave now?

But what if he has a fever at night? This is a wealthy neighborhood with no hospital. With the driver gone, will he be safe at home alone?

The scene of a man dying all by himself in his home comes to her mind. Jasmine frowns even harder and struggles for a decision.

To leave or to stay? What a conundrum!

Pehry waits for a while but doesn't receive an answer. So, he takes the opportunity to show her how miserable he is, "If you want to leave, then leave. I'm used to this. It won't matter if I have a fever at night. I'll just go to the hospital the next day."

"It will be too late then." Jasmine gets anxious again. "How come a grown man as yourself doesn't have common sense? You can get dehydrated running a fever all night. Moreover, the fever must be induced by inflammation. It's different from an ordinary fever."

Pehry shrugs and helplessly spreads out his hands. "Then what can I do by myself?"

Jasmine can’t stand to see him not care about himself. She grits her teeth and stands up from the sofa, saying, "Forget it. I'm not leaving. I'll go back tomorrow morning."

Pehry looks at the little girl who just reaches the height of his shoulder. His pitch-black pupils have her reflection. A strange feeling is growing in his heart. "Aren't you afraid? Why are you staying?"

Jasmine thinks of what happened in the private room and says awkwardly, "You are injured badly because you took the hit for me. How can I leave you alone?"

Pehry smiles and looks down. "What? You feel sorry for me?"

anything. The man adds, "This minor wound is nothing to me. Don't sympathize with me.

nonchalant expression, she somehow finds a trace of

him and says, "I don't. I'm just thankful that you

large pot of hot soup

different from giving her jewelry. He gets injured for

said he liked her, but Jasmine didn't feel anything other than

he has changed

really likes her. Otherwise, why would

slow in relationships, she can tell good from bad.

her from that pot of boiling oil with his body, so she cannot

snorts indifferently, but in fact, his heart has melted. 'You still have conscience,' thinks

around with him. "Do you want to eat something? Are

the hotpot was served, that incident happened. She had at least eaten something at school, but he has been starving

little

recover, so you can only eat a bowl

then." Pehry imagines the noodles and loses his appetite.

down. She reaches out to turn the bed lamp to its dimmest, looking at the man lying on the pillow. Last time, he was fierce to her in

sleepy the moment his head touches the pillow. He gazes at the girl sitting beside him and feels cured, even if they

wouldn't chase her and almost get his

what kind of

sounds abrupt out of

puzzled. "You should worry about your injuries

talk about something else to distract me. Otherwise, I will always think about the wound and feel even

can't retort that

for the sake of his injuries,