The topic of conversation was too flirtatious. Boyce's face froze. He tightened his arms around her and
said, "When you graduate."
Jasmine kissed him on the face and said, "How old would you be when I graduate? And it's not like
we’ll get a child when we want one. What if we delay for a year or two and the pregnancy accounts to
another year, won’t you already be old when we’ve finally had a child?"
Boyce glanced at her and said, "Nonsense, old is for men in his 70s and 80s. Even if we’ve delayed for
so long, how can I be considered old before I even hit 40?"
Jasmine smiled and pinched his chin. "I didn’t know you still like being young. You’ve made such a
detailed plan."
Boyce told her not to touch him. "I'm driving."
Jasmine sat docilely.
Boyce said, "It's not that I like to care. It's that you're too young for me to be old."
Jasmine inexplicably thought it was funny.
She thought he was cute.
"You’re not old." He was just manly.
When one became steady and composed, he looked mature and had a sense of age.
Jasmine sat quietly. Before long, the car drove to their community. Boyce parked the car in the
underground garage. They took an elevator from the garage to the living floor.
Boyce opened the door. After entering the house, Jasmine took the lunch box to the kitchen. There was
a bowl of unfinished soup in it. Jasmine said, "There’s still some soup left here. Eat it, or it will be
wasted."
Boyce came over and said, "You don’t want to eat?"
Jasmine shook her head decisively. "It's too late. It’s easy to get fat when you eat at night."
Boyce looked at her up and down. "You're not fat, it’s okay if you're fat."
"No, I don't want to get fat." Girls nowadays disliked getting plump. What's more, she just got married.
She wanted to keep a good figure, not for anything else, just to make herself pleasant for her husband
to see.
Boyce ate the bowl of soup and handed it to her. "I'm taking a bath."
He had sweated outside.
Jasmine said, "Go on, I'll wash the dishes."
Boyce took a deep look at her and said nothing in the end.
He left, took his clothes and went to the bathroom.
Jasmine put the lunch box into the sink, turned on the faucet, squeezed some detergent on the
dishwashing cloth, washed the lunch box and cleaned it up. She went out of the kitchen. Boyce hadn't
finished taking a bath yet. The clothes on the balcony had gone dry and were not yet taken down.
She took down the clothes rack and clothes.
Holding the clothes, she was about to fold them on the sofa in the living room. Her waist was suddenly
seized by a strong arm. When she looked back, she noticed it was Boyce.
He had just taken a bath. He had a faint fragrance of shower gel and it smelled good. His hair was still
wet. He didn't use a hairdryer after taking the bath and only used a dry towel to dry his hair.
Jasmine held her breath and her back was pressed tightly against his chest. She couldn't help
swallowing. "I, I'm going to fold the clothes."
Boyce took the clothes off her hand, put them on the table beside casually, and stretched out his hand
to raise her chin.
Jasmine raised her head and met his eyes. There was burning lust in his eyes. Her body became hot
too when she came too close to him.
Her beautiful eyes were shining like stars. She put her hand around his neck and tiptoed to kiss him.
However, Boyce suddenly tightened his arms and kissed her from above.
She wanted to respond, but he was too strong and was holding her too tightly, so she had to let him be
the active one.
His kiss was too overbearing. Jasmine felt pain and her lips were almost numb. She involuntarily
wanted to step back. She accidentally touched a pot of green plants on the balcony and made a sound.
Boyce's action stopped for a moment. Jasmine held him and kissed him again. Her body was against
the glass door on the balcony. The curtain was not pulled and the light was on. She panted and said,
"Shall we go into the room?"
Boyce's eyes were deep. He bent over to carry her up, walked into the bedroom and gently put her on
the bed.
Their shirts had already gone disheveled.
Jasmine bit her lip. "I haven't taken a bath yet."
"You don’t have to." Boyce grabbed the corner of her clothes and rolled them up. Jasmine arched her
body slightly to cooperate with him, and soon the clothes were taken off her body.
Jasmine asked, "Will you be nice to me?"
Boyce agreed, his voice was a little hoarse.
Jasmine took his hand, put it on her pants button, looked at him and said, "I believe you."
Boyce went above her and gazed at her for a long time. He stooped, kissed her lips, and said gently, "I
will be very gentle."
Jasmine nervously grabbed the quilt under her and nodded hard.
Boyce unbuttoned her pants. Jasmine's legs were very pale and slim. Although she was petite, she had
good body proportion.
She curled up slightly. It was her first time doing it, and she couldn’t help but stiffening her body. Her
face was slightly flushed.
She bit her lower lip. "Please...please be gentle, it... it’s my first time."
Boyce kept a straight face and straightened his neck. It was his first time too.
He gently kissed her neck and chin, not hurrying to do anything. He tried to restrain his lust to let her
adapt to it first.
Slowly, Jasmine's body relaxed. She panted softly and felt very embarrassed. She bit her lip hard to
restrain from letting a sound.
Boyce let her relax.
"I'm not... nervous," Jasmine said.
Boyce kissed her forehead. It was cold in the room, but there was fine sweat on her forehead.
Boyce held her, stroked her hair and whispered, "I'm nervous too."
"I'm not... nervous," Jasmine said.
Boyce kissed her forehead. It was cold in the room, but there was fine sweat on her forehead.
Boyce held her, stroked her hair and whispered, "I'm nervous too."
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