"I'm going out to buy some groceries, you two go ahead and chat." Butler Santana smiled and walked out.
He quickly changed his shoes, grabbed the keys, and left in a hurry.
"Can you tone it down a bit from now on?" Jasmine Yale gave Sylvan Cheney a nudge, her face still flushed.
"Don't you also like it? Shall we continue?" Sylvan Cheney caressed her chin and pulled her into his arms.
This time, there was no one else around.
"Who's continuing with you?" Jasmine Yale glanced at him, "Try the Pu'er tea I bought, it's pretty good. I just told Auntie that for tonight, we'll have dinner at my place first, and then I'll go back with you, okay?"
"Sure."
"Aren't you busy with work? I haven't seen you doing much all day."
"Busy, but it's not urgent right now."
"Oh, I see."
Jasmine Yale and Sylvan Cheney sat side by side on the sofa, chatting casually.
Sylvan Cheney noticed there were many little children's socks and hats next to the sofa, all hand-knitted.
