Chapter 2322: Chapter 2322: Being Waited On Is Truly Comfortable
Sylvan Cheney was fully clothed, but her clothes had been completely removed by him.
She stood on his feet, tilted her head, and bit his shoulder: "You’re really bad."
"Hiss..." Sylvan Cheney drew in a sharp breath, "Little thing, you even bite people. Be good, I’ll help you bathe."
He carried her into the bathtub.
The water temperature in the tub was just right, and the white tiles around were already covered in a mist of moisture.
Sylvan Cheney remembered that day he’d gotten drunk, she was the one who bathed him. Unfortunately, he was too drunk to remember any details.
Jasmine Yale had very fair skin, smooth and appealing, especially since becoming pregnant, certain areas became even more tempting.
Sylvan Cheney thought he could restrain himself, but as long as his gaze swept over her, he was undone.
Jasmine Yale became really well-behaved, motionless, allowing him to do as he pleased.
Sylvan Cheney helped her wash her hair, washed her face, and then wiped down her body.
His long fingers slid over her skin, causing her to shiver. She was quite uncomfortable, too.
But she knew that someone else was more uncomfortable.
Even though Sylvan Cheney said nothing, his face was dark, and his eyes were unfathomably deep, harboring a glimmer of unbearable light.
Bathing her for the first time, Sylvan Cheney was a bit flustered, practically in disarray.
Beneath, there had already been a reaction.
Especially in the hazy mist, through the dense fog, seeing the faint silhouette of Jasmine Yale, that feeling nearly broke him.
His back was drenched in sweat.
Jasmine Yale, on the other hand, became generous, allowing him to continue.
Because she realized, having someone serve her was really quite comfortable.
Ever since she became pregnant, she’d been bathing herself, and often found it quite inconvenient.
Without comparison, there’s no sense of enjoyment.
With the first time behind her, she feared from now on she would cling to Sylvan Cheney every day.
Jasmine Yale made a lot of bubbles in the bathtub, playing like a child; today bathing was such an enjoyment.
But Sylvan Cheney felt different; it was torment for him, his palms were burning hot.
"President, it’s really nice, you’ll bathe me every day from now on, won’t you?"
"Who just a moment ago was saying they wouldn’t let me touch?"
"Once you’ve tasted the sweetness, you can’t bear to let it go."
"Little thing, do I have the right to object?"
"No, you don’t."
"Then what are you asking for? Hmm?" Sylvan Cheney gave her a dissatisfied swat on her buttocks, making a particularly embarrassing sound.
"You!" Jasmine Yale glared at him.
"Alright, we’re about done, is there anywhere you’re not satisfied? Here? Here..." Sylvan Cheney’s hands continued to tease Jasmine Yale’s body.
He tapped her chest lightly, and Jasmine Yale grabbed his hand, biting his finger: "Are you still going to move?"
Sylvan Cheney bent down, crouched in front of her, withdrew his hand, and reached downward.
"Jasmine..." His voice was hoarse and ambiguous, the warm breath raked across her face, "Do you want it?"
Jasmine Yale was taken aback at first, her face instantly flushed, biting her lip, she remained silent.
After a while, she pushed him away: "The water’s cold, I want to get dressed."
Sylvan Cheney did not force her too much.
He brought her pajamas.
After drying her off thoroughly, he helped her put on her clothes.
In her light pink pajamas, Jasmine Yale looked exquisite, with a unique grace after bathing.
Unintentionally, she touched him, noticed his body was boiling hot, always holding back.
She handed him the hairdryer: "Help me dry my hair."
