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With a live chicken in his hand, the director laughed and said, âIsnât your friend injured? I thought about it for a while, thinking thereâs not much good stuff here. So I caught a chicken for your friend, maybe it will help him get better.â
Jasmine had by now become accustomed to the kindness and enthusiasm of the villagers. However, she was still surprised when she saw someone giving her a live chicken first thing in the morning.
She asked, âThank you, but didnât you save this chicken to send to your son?â.
The directorâs son lived in another city and had married a girl from that city. His wife became pregnant and would soon give birth. So the director wanted to send a chicken to his sonâs wife as a food supplement after she gave birth.
âDonât worry, I have more chickens, so it doesnât matter if I give you one. Kill it and make chicken soup, it will be good for your friend.â The director handed her the chicken.
Jasmine didnât dare kill something that was still alive and jumping around the place.
âThank you for your kindness, but I must not accept your gift. My friend has very thick skin, he will live without the chicken broth, so please keep your chicken.â Jasmine thought to herself, if Boyce really wanted chicken soup, she would go buy already dead chickens and make the soup, she couldnât bear to kill one with her own hands.
Even if she managed to kill the chicken, she wouldnât be able to stomach the soup afterwards.
For her, not seeing a living thing lose its life in front of her eyes would make her heart feel better.
âCome on, I brought it this far, Iâm not taking it back.â The director tied the chicken to a brick and placed it by her door.
Seeing his insistence, Jasmine felt it would be rude for him to keep refusing her gift.
âI understand, thank you very much, sir.â said Jasmine sincerely.
âNo need to thank me, you have been a great help to us, we should thank you instead,â the headmaster clapped his hands as he was about to leave. He remembered something, turned around and said to her, âOh, and by the way, you donât have to go to your classes today, worry more about your friend instead, OK?â.
Jasmine replied with a smile, âI was about to tell you the same thing. I will arrange replacement classes two days later.â
The principal waved his hands, âDonât worry about that, OK? Keith and I will take care of it.â
He waved goodbye as he said that.
Jasmine looked at her newly acquired chicken, she pinched the bridge of her nose as she had no idea how to deal with it. She went back into the house, wanting to see if Boyce was awake or not. What she found instead was a distressed Boyce, looking at her with confused eyes.
Jasmine was also confused, touched her face and asked, âIs there something wrong with my face? Whatâs wrong?â
Why was his brow furrowed so early? Had someone made him angry?
Boyce stood up, glared at her and asked in a serious tone, âAre you picking on me because of my age?â
Jasmine thought she must have blown a fuse in his brain. She was pretty sure she had made her position on the matter clear, but why was he still asking her that question?
âDo you want me to write you a certificate of authenticity?â
Boyce had long since woken up, he simply stayed in his room instead of coming out. He heard Jasmine call him âthick-skinned guyâ, so he thought she hated him for his age.
He touched his face. While it definitely wasnât as white and smooth as Jasmineâs, his face wasnât exactly rough either.
âYouâre a lucky man, someone sent you a chicken this early.â
Jasmine took the blanket from him and demanded, âGet up.â
Boyce caught the blanket, preventing her from taking it from him, âWait.â
Jasmine was confused.
What is he doing?
He touched her forehead, âYou donât have a fever, does your head hurt?â.
Boyce dodged her gaze and rubbed his face to wake himself up. At the time, he was busy enough not to worry about intimacy between a boy and a girl. But now that he had some free time, however, he found that his desires were quite overwhelming.
Although he was able to contain the lewd intentions in his mind, he could not control his body from reacting naturally.
He clung to the blanket so that he could hide his manhood, which was basically forming an erect tent with his pants.
Jasmine was unfamiliar with the âmorning woodâ phenomenon.
She blinked innocently and asked, âIs something the matter?â
Boyce shook his head as he felt embarrassed by his lack of control. He was also afraid of scaring Jasmine.
Since she was still quite young and had never had a boyfriend.
He held his pose for a while longer before finally getting out of bed.
Still confused, Jasmine looked at him and asked, âAre you really okay? Do you want to go to the hospital to get checked out?â
She was worried about Boyceâs injuries.
Not least because he was bleeding profusely from the head when she found him.
Although the doctor said his condition was stable, she feared there might be some side effects from his condition.
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