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."

this, Jasmine feels herself on cloud nine. She blinks her eyes again and

gaze is too burning. Pehry turns to look at her and raises his

in. "I just feel you are

leans against the wall beside him and blocks the way to the

give a good answer. Otherwise, she may not even be able

you heard it wrong. I mean, you are

so hard to please him.

each other and finally arrive at the dining room. The dishes on the

warm at night, otherwise it

heating the dishes up and bringing them back to the table.

Pehry doesn't want to help her, but he has a selfish motive. Seeing

is absorbed in looking at her and wants to

at 9:20 p.m. Jasmine has never thought that she can be so hungry. She doesn't stop until she finishes one and a

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

kind of decent table manners is definitely not a fake or an act. It is

contrast, Jasmine feels that she doesn't have any etiquette to speak of. Occasionally, when she is not in a hurry, she can pretend

at the plates in front of the two of them. His is very neat, with bones and fish bones placed aside. On the other hand, hers is totally a mess as if

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

plates and doesn't care. "That's not the difference between

he wishes, "Then what is

he crooks his finger at her and

and walks over without a doubt. However, she is pulled

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

kisses her before she finishes her words. Their messy breathing tangle and she can even feel the strength of his muscles sitting on his

holds the man's shoulders with both hands