At first, Sylvan Cheney was still rubbing shampoo onto his head.

Being shouted at by Jasmine Yale like that, he didn’t dare move, looking at Jasmine timidly, as if he were staring at a dangerous beast.

Jasmine felt Sylvan should be glad she wasn’t easily annoyed, otherwise, with his antics, how many women could put up with him?

A minute later.

Sylvan finally stayed still, not daring to move recklessly.

Only then did Jasmine resume washing his head, rinsing away the foam before applying body wash on him.

Having rubbed his upper body, she blushed and stopped, tossing the loofah to him: "You wash yourself."

"I can’t." Sylvan looked at her innocently, cheeks flushed, the alcohol fermenting and brewing in the heat, seemingly making him even more tipsy.

Crystal clear water droplets trickled down his hair, adding a touch of wildness and abstinence to his entire demeanor.

He stared directly at Jasmine.

"Can’t even bathe? Sylvan Cheney, did you drink yourself stupid? When you come home after going out for drinks, do you always have a woman help you bathe?"

"I don’t wash." Sylvan thought her question was unfair.

How could anyone other than his wife help him shower?

Jasmine was completely speechless, rolled her eyes at him, unable to find words.

Sylvan remained motionless, just sitting there.

Jasmine wouldn’t help bathe him, and he wouldn’t wash himself.

The bathroom was enveloped in a layer of hazy white mist, the room temperature was high, and various fragrances were lingering everywhere.

Jasmine was still wearing the thin sweater she hadn’t changed out of, feeling very hot, and with Sylvan staring directly at her, she felt even hotter.

Her heart beat faster, "thump thump."

Her fingers shook a bit.

Blood rushed faster, her heart felt like little ants were crawling over it.

"Help me wash," Sylvan haughtily looked at Jasmine.

"What if I don’t help you?" Jasmine withdrew her thoughts and stared directly at him.

"Then I won’t get up."

"Damn it, you’re playing dead!"

Jasmine tested the water temperature, it was starting to cool.

She added hot water in.

She had never helped Sylvan bathe before, although they had seen each other "in their birthday suits" in the tub, that had been for fun, she had never really helped him wash before.

Determined, she thought, whatever, there’s no point arguing with a drunk man.

By morning, he certainly wouldn’t remember anything.

If she didn’t say anything by then, he wouldn’t recall what happened.

Besides, she’d been familiar with his body for a long time, it wasn’t the first she’d seen.

She simply gave him a sidelong glance, grabbed the loofah, and scrubbed him with body wash. After finishing the upper body, she briskly pulled off his towel.

Spotting something she shouldn’t see, Jasmine’s face turned bright red, swiftly averting her gaze.

She didn’t know why she felt shy, maybe because it had been a long time since she’d been so intimate with him physically, it felt unfamiliar.

Before, they used to pull off all kinds of sneaky antics.

Her thoughts were drifting.

"Sweetheart, you’re blushing," Sylvan grinned mischievously.

Only then did Jasmine refocus, realizing her face was boiling hot, she simply tossed the towel onto his face: "Wash yourself!"

She felt like she was being teased by a low-intelligence drunken Sylvan.

"Sweetheart, happy with the size?"

"Get lost." Jasmine stood up, turned around, and wiped her damp hands with a towel.

"I’m very satisfied myself." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"Can you shut up?"