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."

blinks her eyes again and again, staring at the handsome face in front

is too burning. Pehry turns to look at her and raises his eyebrows. "What's wrong? Don't you

do." Jasmine swallows and gives in. "I just feel you

beside him and blocks the way to the door. "How

knows immediately that she has to give a good answer. Otherwise, she may not

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

sees her trying so hard to please him. He raises his hand and rubs her nose intimately. "Come

on the table are already cold. Pehry is not picky, but

something warm at night, otherwise it will

is busying heating the dishes up and bringing them back to the table. It finally feels like home

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

a result, he is absorbed in looking at her

she can be so hungry. She doesn't

He always eats slowly and gracefully no matter what he is talking about or going

decent table manners is definitely not a fake or an act. It is a habit to the bone that he has been used to since

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

is very neat, with bones and fish bones placed aside. On the other hand, hers is totally a mess as

but sigh with a mixed feeling. "Well, this is

glances at the plates and doesn't care. "That's

asks as he wishes, "Then what

his mouth. Then, he

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

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

she

hands