Jasmine braced herself and tried to stand up. She suddenly realized that she was naked, so she
instinctively pulled the blanket and covered her chest. It wasn't like she was embarrassed; it was just
that she was not used to naturally showing her naked body to him.
She bit her lips, lowered her eyes, and said softly, "You, you go out first. I want to wear some clothes."
Boyce sat at the side of the bed but didn't move. He just stared at her without saying anything.
Jasmine felt uneasy with him staring at her. She frowned and asked, "Why… Why are you staring at
me like that?"
Boyce took her into his arms, lowered his head, and kissed her forehead. After keeping silent for a
short while, he said, "There are many things I want to say to you, but I don't know what to say."
Jasmine knew that he was a person who couldn't express himself.
She nestled in his arms and said, "I understand."
She liked him the way he was. He was calm, composed, and steady.
Maybe because she hadn't received any fatherly love since she was young, other than the love she
had gotten from Boyce, she also respected and looked up to him as an elder.
She didn't need Boyce to tell her those lovey-dovey words all the time, and it was not like he was able
of saying those things too. His temperament was like this, and that was what Jasmine loved about him.
As for those lovey-dovey words, she could be the one saying them.
"Jasmine," Boyce suddenly said.
Jasmine looked up and her nose touched her chin. She pouted and pretended to be angry, "You should
have shaved."
Boyce touched his chin. He hadn't shaved for two days, and the little stubs that had grown out were a
little prickly. He told her that he would go shave later, then he called out to Jasmine again.
Jasmine blinked her eyes and said, "I'm listening."
Boyce lowered his eyes. His dark pupils became deeper, and he said in a low voice, "Thank you,
Jasmine."
Jasmine laughed, "Why do you need to thank me?"
Boyce pursed his lips and said, "Thank you for marrying me."
"Then I should thank you too." Jasmine deliberately got closer to his lips and spoke. As though
intentionally or unintentionally, her lips were brushing through his lips while she was talking, "Thank you
for taking me as your wife."
Boyce looked down, suddenly clasped her head, and kissed her.
Jasmine quickly responded and clung to his neck. She had totally forgotten that she didn't have any
clothes on her and that they were supposed to go out and eat their meal. Everything was devoured by
this passionate moment.
With no room left.
"Um, I'm hungry..." Jasmine said blurrily.
Boyce's action of pressing her down suddenly paused. Jasmine blinked her watery eyes, which were
filled with laughter, and poked his nose with her slender fingers, "Why are you so unromantic?"
Boyce was panting roughly, "Jasmine..."
Jasmine laughed, "The only thing I want to eat right now is you."
…
In the end, the dishes had become cold. Jasmine didn't want to eat them anymore, so she just lay on
the bed until it was dark.
A man who had been abstinent for too long was scary. Jasmine knew it clearly. She couldn't get out of
bed on the first day after their marriage.
She only got up to shower when it was dark. Her lower body felt wet and sticky, with a faint smell of
sweat. It was not only hers, but Boyce’s sweat had also dripped on her body.
She took a shower and changed into a dry nightgown. While she was wiping her hair and walked out of
the bathroom, she saw that Boyce was making a phone call. She walked quietly to the sofa and sat
down, continuing wiping her hair dry.
Boyce was talking to his colleague about work stuff. After several minutes passed, he hung up the
phone, turned around, and saw that Jasmine was there. He walked over and took the towel in her
hand, "Let me help you wipe."
Jasmine felt very comfortable. She lay down, rested her head on his thighs, and let him dry her hair.
Boyce looked down at her, looking very serious.
"I'm hungry," Jasmine said.
Boyce stared at her.
Jasmine immediately jumped up. However, she moved too fast, and her body was still a bit
uncomfortable. It felt a little swollen and painful. It was her first time, and it was a little too long. It was
painful the first time he came in, but after that, it felt comfortable. Only now did she realize how
unrestrained they were at that time.
She was really hungry, and she didn't want to eat him.
Boyce laughed, "I'm not touching you."
Jasmine let out a sigh of relief. She just wanted to tell him that she wanted to eat some dumplings, then
she heard him say, "Let's make you full first."
"What do you mean?" Jasmine couldn't react for a moment.
Boyce had been a serious person; he wouldn't say these kinds of suggestive words.
Could he possibly...
Jasmine blinked and asked, "You..."
"I'll bring you some clothes." Boyce stood up and strode towards the room.
Jasmine looked at his back figure and smiled, then sat on the sofa and waited for him.
But she waited for a long while and still didn't see him come out.
Jasmine felt very strange. Her clothes were hung together with his in the closet. If he opened the
closet, he should be able to see them.
Why did he need to take such a long time?
Was he picking clothes for her?
She didn't have many clothes, and there weren't many styles either.
She stood up from the sofa, held the towel, and walked into the room. When she looked inside, she
saw that Boyce was standing there rooted to the spot.
Jasmine stared at him and realized that he didn't notice she was here and still stood there without
moving at all.
She felt weird. But when she looked around the room, there was nothing abnormal. She called out to
him, "What are you doing?"
Was he picking clothes for her?
She didn't have many clothes, and there weren't many styles either.
She stood up from the sofa, held the towel, and walked into the room. When she looked inside, she
saw that Boyce was standing there rooted to the spot.
Jasmine stared at him and realized that he didn't notice she was here and still stood there without
moving at all.
She felt weird. But when she looked around the room, there was nothing abnormal. She called out to
him, "What are you doing?"
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