Let's Get Married

Chapter 800: Kiss Her on the Swing

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."

Hearing this, Jasmine feels herself on cloud nine. She blinks her eyes again and again, staring at the handsome face in front of her, feeling unsure.

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

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

Hearing her evaluation, Pehry laughs. He leans against the wall beside him and blocks the way to the door. "How different?"

Seeing this, Jasmine knows immediately that she has to give a good answer. Otherwise, she may not even be able to eat.

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

Pehry originally wanted to tease her but laughs when he sees her trying so hard to please him. He raises his hand and rubs her nose intimately. "Come on."

The two of them cling to each other and finally arrive at the dining room. The dishes on the table are already cold. Pehry is not picky, but Jasmine still insists on heating them up.

"Eat something warm at night, otherwise it will be hard to digest."

She is busying heating the dishes up and bringing them back to the table. It finally feels like home with the warm white steam rising under the lights.

It's not that 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 empty anymore.

The feeling is so wonderful. As a result, he is absorbed in looking at her and wants to monopolize this warmth selfishly.

It's quite late 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 half bowl of rice.

She looks at the man sitting opposite her. He always eats slowly and gracefully no matter what he is talking about or going to do.

This kind of 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 childhood.

In 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 when she feels relaxed.

She points 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 a pig had used it.

She can't help but sigh with a mixed feeling. "Well, this is the difference between us."

Pehry glances at the plates and doesn't care. "That's not the difference between you and me."

Jasmine asks as he wishes, "Then what is our difference?"

Pehry unwraps a candy and puts it in his mouth. Then, he crooks his finger at her and says, "Come here, I'll tell you."

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

Jasmine's shoulder hits his hard chest. She widens her eyes and says, "Well, you ... umm!"

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

Jasmine holds the man's shoulders with both hands and is somewhat overwhelmed by his constant passion.

He is always like this, catching her with all sorts of excuses and then swallowing her down like a wolf as if she was the prey.

Pehry let go of her before he can't control himself. He presses his forehead against hers and touches her cheek with his big palm. "This is the difference, understand?"

Jasmine almost loses her tongue and can only mutter in a low voice, "Rogue!"

"Rogue?" Pehry only smiles. "Bear with me. I haven't seen you lately. I'm also a normal man..."

"You ... stop it!" Jasmine interrupts him immediately. She is still very shy about him talking dirty anytime and anywhere. "I'm going to clean the table."

As she speaks, she wants to get up, but Pehry hugs her around her waist as soon as she stands up. "Don't bother with it. Let's go to sit in the courtyard."

The courtyard?

Jasmine is stunned for a moment and asks subconsciously, "Aren't we going to sleep?"

"If you can't wait, we can also..."

"Pehry!" Jasmine shouts his name loudly, blushing with embarrassment.

Pehry loosens his grip and says, "I'll go upstairs to grab a blanket. Wait for me in the courtyard."

As he speaks, he turns around and walks towards the second floor. Jasmine watches him go upstairs and disappear, her heart pounding. When she sees the swing in the courtyard through the clean French window, she thinks about it for one second and walks out immediately.

She wipes the swing clean with a tissue, knowing that Pehry is fastidious and doesn't like dirty places.

The weather is getting colder and they do need a blanket. Otherwise, it will be a little chilly to sit here. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Jasmine brings some hot milk with the thermos cup and sees Pehry walking towards her with a blanket hanging on his arm as soon as she sits down.

She never felt that this house is so beautiful. The house itself hasn't changed, but now, when Pehry steps out and comes over step by step, everything around her seems to turn amazing.