His eyes skimmed over her and said, “You stay in the house and don’t go out. I’ve put the breakfast on the table, go over and eat. I’ll dry the clothes.”
Jasmine pulled the hem of his shirt and asked, “Why aren’t you looking at me? Are you angry?”
But why? Why was he so weird?
He said, “Go and eat quickly. I’m not angry.”
She pursed her lips and said, “Then why are you wrapping a blanket around me?”
“You’re not wearing anything …it’s not good to stand on the balcony.” He coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment for being too straightforward.
“Who said I’m not wearing anything? Aren’t I wearing your clothes? The windowsill is so high, even if someone looks towards here, they can only see my upper body …”
“It’s not okay too.” He said in a deep voice, “Go and eat otherwise the food is going to turn cold.”
After finished speaking, he walked towards the balcony to dry the clothes.
Jasmine looked at him, “Are you afraid that others will see my body?”
He didn’t say anything and picked up the clothes rack to dry the clothes.
She wrapped the blanket around her body and stood up, then walked to the windowsill, leaned against the wall and looked at him with a smile, “I’m asking you, why don’t you answer me? Are you afraid that my body will be seen by others?”
He turned his head over, “You’re my wife.”
By definition, only he himself could see it.
How could she cover-up in just a blouse? Moreover, it was all naked inside.
She said, “I know.”
She came over, put her arms around his neck and smiled radiantly, “I like your touchy look.”
Boyce was speechless.
He wasn’t being touchy, he was just …
It seemed to be true.
“Why don’t you talk? Obviously, you’re touchy, right?” she smiled more brilliantly and her eyes curved with light which shined like stars.
She leapt up and wrapped her legs around his waist using the strength of her arms. Boyce was afraid that she would fall, so he held her waist. She curled her lips, “But I like, I like the way you care about me with the touchy pattern.”
He was speechless.
Well, he was touchy.
“Are you busy today? I came to see you, do you have time to accompany me?” she tightly wrapped around his neck. Two of them were in an ambiguous position.
He lifted his chin and kissed her lips, “Very busy.”
The subtext was that he didn’t have time, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been off work so late last night. He came here to assist the police department with a big case. It was now at a critical moment and no accidents were allowed. He still had a lot of things to deal with today.
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