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His arms, dangling at his side, didnât seem to know where to place them.
Soon enough the elevator arrived and Boyce urged her to get in first. She stepped forward and waited to the side as Boyce entered next and pressed the designated floor. He then stood next to her.
Jasmine glanced at him, but realized that his face was indecipherable.
She couldnât guess what he was thinking.
She tried to make conversation, âYouâre close enough.â
Boyce knew immediately what she meant. He nodded, âYouâre right.â
A loud beeping sound interrupted them and the elevator stopped moving. Boyce stepped out of the elevator followed by Jasmine from behind.
Boyce opened his front door and stepped inside. The two remained silent for some time, but then they both spoke at the same time.
âYou firstâ¦â
âYou should bathe first.â
The two exchanged a smile, and Jasmine added, âWe smell exactly like hot pot. You should bathe first, Iâll do it later.â Boyce nodded.
He took a seat on the living room couch, but his heart was still racing. He didnât know what kind of mindset he should adopt, and he couldnât stop his thoughts from wandering.
As her mind wandered, the content became more and more ambiguous. Her cheeks flushed as she lightly patted her head.
What the hell was she imagining now?
To divert her attention, she picked up the remote control and turned on the television.
He changed channels repeatedly, but after a dozen channels, he still couldnât find any program to stick with.
Ga ln ovels . com fuels your imagination At the same time, there was the sound of a splash of water coming from the bathroom.
She glanced in the direction of the sound and saw the vague silhouette of a huge figure in the semi-transparent glass door.
She couldnât help but remember her muscular naked top.
She blushed again and thought she must be crazy now, why had she thought of such a thing?
âAh, ahâ¦â She didnât like to get engrossed in such disordered thoughts, but at the same time, she had no control over her mind. He vented his frustrations on a pillow on the couch while pinching and punching it.
However, she didnât notice that the sound of water had ceased in the bathroom. She was still lost in her disordered thoughts as she tried to dispel them and calm herself. Howeverâ¦
âWhat are you doing?â Boyce gave her a confused look.
Jasmine lifted her head with her hair cascading over her, and immediately saw Boyce standing in front of her.
Boyce was wrapped in a white bathrobe and looked like he hadnât dried his body properly. Inside the loose collar, she could see drops of water resting on his chest, glistening in the dim light of the room. The droplets slowly slid down beneath her bathrobe following her chiseled muscles.
Jasmineâs face grew even redder as she gazed at his body.
When had she finished bathing?
Jasmine blinked as she cringed at the thought of him seeing her manic behavior.
âWhen did you finish bathing?â Jasmine swallowed a mouthful as she stammered.
âJust now. whatâs wrong, are you feeling sick?â
Jasmine shook her head almost too quickly, âNo, I need to bathe now.â
After scanning her head for what seemed like an eternity, she couldnât come up with any good answers. He quickly found some excuse and fled the scene.
He disappeared into the bathroom and slammed the door shut without warning.
The bathroom mirror had an automatic defogging function, so through the transparent mirror he could clearly see his own embarrassed appearance.
Her expression was uncomfortable and she felt completely embarrassed at that moment.
If she could have, she would have found a hole to bury herself in.
It was all too embarrassing.
Would Boyce think she was crazy now?
Ah, ah, today was such an important day, why did she have to do something as stupid as this?
She couldnât shake the embarrassment off.
âJasmine, oh Jasmine, why did you have to embarrass yourself on such an important day?â Jasmine couldnât help but wish that time would turn back. Given another chance, she wouldnât do something like that.
Knock knock There was a sudden knock on the bathroom door.
She immediately tensed and asked at the door, âWhatâs wrong?â
Boyce was standing right next to the door as she answered, âIâve used the bathrobe inside, so now Iâll bring you one. This one is mine too, though, so youâll have to settle for the larger size.â
Jasmine looked around and saw that there was no bathrobe on the shelf. There was only a towel. She opened the door timidly and Boyce came in to hand over the bathrobe.
As Jasmine was about to take it, he didnât just drop the robe. He asked with a dense expression, âWhatâs the matter with you now?â Jasmine was silent for a while.
This man⦠he really had a disturbing IQ.
Was he not able to see that she was in trouble?
Why did he have to come out and ask this?
Jasmine covered her face and answered, âAt the thought of sleeping here with you, is there something wrong with me for feeling shy?â
Boyceâs expression changed drastically and, naturally, at that moment he realized at last that he shouldnât ask something like that.
He naively thought she must feel bad.
âGo take a bath first.â Boyce turned to leave after saying that.
Jasmine felt even more embarrassed as she put her messy thoughts into words.
She closed the bathroom door and began to bathe. She washed her hair and dried it before standing in front of the mirror to examine herself.
The girl reflected in the mirror was beautiful, young and had a nice figure. She curved her lips and the girl in the mirror smiled in reflection. It was a sweet smile.
She breathed in deeply as if to convince herself that she was ready and then opened the bathroom door and stepped out.
Boyce was watching TV on the couch and even though the show was on, he wasnât paying much attention to it. He didnât even know what was going on in the program.
When he heard the sound of the door opening, his eyes immediately darted in that direction.
Jasmineâs hair spilled out behind her and was silky. Boyceâs bathing suit only reached his knees, but hers was down to his ankles. Her whole body was well covered by it. She reached over as she grabbed the tie of his robe and asked in a low voice, âWhat are you looking at now?â
Boyce returned his gaze to the screen. It was an untitled foreign film.
âItâs a random movie.â Boyce took a sip from the glass of water on the table.
Jasmine came to his side and sat down, âWhat kind of movie do you like to watch?â
Boyce answered suspiciously, âI really donât know.â He rarely watched movies.
Jasmine mumbled some response before sinking into silence.
It was a long period of silence.
The atmosphere was full of possibilities as the couple seemed to want to talk about something, but couldnât seem to find a topic. It was an ambiguous atmosphere.
âAre you thirsty, would you like me to pour you some water?â suddenly asked Boyce.
Jasmine shook her head, âIâm not.â
Then, they both focused their gazes on the TV, but at the same time, their hearts were fluttering.
They didnât know how things start to be like this.
They didnât know how to put certain things into words here. The ticking of the clock marked the silence in the room.
Time was slowly moving forward without them noticing.
Jasmine glanced at the clock and saw that it was only a few minutes to midnight.
She turned to look at Boyce, âWhat time do you usually go to sleep?â.
Boyce replied, âIf thereâs nothing that requires my attention, I usually sleep around eleven.â
âItâs twelve now.â Jasmine clenched her fists.
She thought, âThis man⦠Do I have to make the first move every time? Did I have to play the part of a man now?â
Boyce was overcome with an intense thirst as he took another sip of the class. Even after finishing it all, he still felt his lips parched.
He turned to look at Jasmine with a rigid expression, as if he was about to lose control of his body, âLetâs go to sleep.â
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