Let's Get Married

Jasmine shakes her head. "No, I haven't eaten yet."

"Wash your hands and come to the dining room, okay?"

Jasmine still shakes her head when she hears this. She steps on the blanket beside the sofa with her socks on, puts her arms around the man's waist, and hugs his sturdy body. She buries her tender face in his chest and rubs against him like a spoiled kitten. "I miss you."

Pehry melts immediately. "Why didn't you eat? It's already so late."

"I'm waiting for you." Jasmine takes it for granted. "I don't want to eat alone. It's too boring."

She says that eating alone is boring. But Pehry knows very well what the real reason is.

They hug each other quietly just like this. After quite a while, the two of them finally separate. Pehry squats down slightly, puts his strong arms around her hips, and picks her up directly.

Jasmine is not prepared. She is shocked and exclaims, "Ah! What are you doing?"

Pehry does not say anything. Instead, he walks straight towards the bathroom and doesn't put her down until they reach the sink.

Under the bright light, he lifts his hand, unbuttons the sleeves of his shirt, and rolls them up to the crooks of his arms. Then, he pulls her hands over and turns on the tap. The warm water runs off her hands, and he squeezes out some coconut scented hand soap to rub her hands with it.

Is he ... washing hands for her?

Jasmine shrinks back embarrassedly. "I can wash myself..."

She is not a kid, but he still helps her wash hands as if she was a kid. Her cheeks feel hot.

However, Pehry refuses and doesn't have the slightest intention of letting go. He washes her hands clean stubbornly before stopping. "I can barely see you. Now that I finally see you, I'll help you with everything."

eyes again and again,

at her and raises his eyebrows. "What's wrong? Don't

in. "I just feel you are different

wall beside him and blocks the way to the

that she has to give a good answer. Otherwise, she

praised, "No, no, you heard it wrong. I mean, you are

he sees her trying so hard to

the dining room. The dishes on

at night, otherwise it

them back to the table. It finally feels like home with

not that Pehry doesn't want to help her, but he has a selfish motive. Seeing her busy doing this and

absorbed in looking at her and wants to

never thought that she can be so hungry. She doesn't stop until she finishes one and a

the man sitting opposite her. He always eats slowly and gracefully no matter what he is talking

is definitely not a fake or an act. It is a habit to the bone that he

contrast, Jasmine feels that she doesn't have any etiquette to speak of. Occasionally, when she is not in a hurry, she can pretend to be a noble lady. But she is the real herself only

front of the two of them. His is very neat, with bones and fish bones placed aside. On the other hand, hers is

help but sigh with a mixed feeling. "Well, this is the difference between

the plates and doesn't care.

he wishes, "Then

he crooks his finger at her and says, "Come here, I'll

stands up and walks over without a doubt. However, she is pulled into his arms as soon as she

his hard chest. She widens her eyes and says, "Well, you ...

breathing tangle and she can even

man's shoulders with both hands and is somewhat overwhelmed