Snare of Love

Chapter 794 You Don't Want Me

Although the sunrise was beautiful, it was really quite tiring going up and down the mountain.

With no breakfast, it was even more tiring.

The two of them put their things in the trunk and got into the car. It was very quiet around early in the

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As the car drove into the city, Boyce asked if she wanted to eat something first and Jasmine said she

wanted to go home first. She hadn't undressed while sleeping in the tent, and now she wasn't feeling

too well and wanted to go home and wash up.

"OK." Boyce continued to drive.

The car was parked in the underground car park of the neighborhood. Boyce took the tent and Jasmine

took the water bottle.

The two of them went upstairs, one after the other.

Boyce placed the things and Jasmine stood in the living room watching him. She seemed to think of

something, smiled shyly, and then turned to the bathroom to take a shower.

After Boyce put the things away, he didn't see Jasmine but just heard the sound of rushing water. He

knew she had gone to take a shower, so he turned and walked out of the room.

He couldn't cook, but he could buy. He had lived here long enough to know where to get a good

breakfast.

Jasmine washed up as quickly as she could, cleaned herself up, and got into shape. Then she walked

to the living room, only to find no one there.

She turned to the bedroom and found it empty and unoccupied, too. The quilt was still the way it had

been laid when she left, and he hadn't moved it.

Where had he gone?

She went to find her phone and was about to call Boyce when she heard the door slam. Immediately

afterward, someone walked in. She put the phone down and stepped out to see Boyce come in

carrying breakfast. He walked straight towards the table and said, "Come over for breakfast."

He set the breakfast he had bought on the table.

Jasmine came over, and instead of sitting down and eating her breakfast, she put her arms around

Boyce from behind him.

Boyce looked back at her, "Come and have breakfast."

Jasmine shook her head, blinked at him, and said softly, "I'm not hungry."

With that, she untied the ties of her robe and pressed her body against his ...

"Jasmine ..."

"I'm clean and there's nothing on me."

She interrupted Boyce before he could finish his sentence.

She stared straight at Boyce with her eyes wide open.

Boyce turned to look at her.

Jasmine blushed and her cheeks flushed. She bit her lip softly without dodging, and her eyes were

watery.

Boyce reached up and gathered her robe, while Jasmine hooked her arms around his neck and rose

on her tiptoes to kiss him on the lips. She wasn't a great kisser, but it was enough to make his heart

flutter.

Boyce's body tensed and didn't respond immediately.

Jasmine asked in a low voice, "You don't want me ..."

"No." Quickly, Boyce denied it, and his voice was extremely low and hoarse.

"Then you ..."

Boyce suddenly wrapped his arms around her and gathered her tightly in his embrace, then lowered

his head and kissed her forehead, "Are you ready?"

Jasmine replied softly in his arms.

Boyce picked her up and walked towards the room.

Jasmine climbed around his neck, and their breaths intertwined.

Soon the door to the room closed tightly, shutting out any erotic scenes.

The breakfast on the table was already cold and the people in the room never came out.

It was close to noon.

Boyce, bare-chested, sat on the edge of the bed and watched Jasmine fall asleep because she was so

tired.

Her long dark hair cascaded over the pillow and a few dark strands clung to her face. Boyce reached

out and gently brushed her cheek. She felt a little tickle and moved gently, then went back to sleep.

Boyce withdrew his hand and his gaze fell inadvertently on the corner of the quilt.

Beneath the corner of the quilt was a small patch of dried blood, which had turned from a bright red to a

dull red, but was still conspicuous.

The way Jasmine's face had scrunched up in pain, but she had bitten her lip to keep quiet, flashed

through his mind.

His eyelashes fluttered, and then his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

That moment of tension and uncontrollability was still fresh in his mind.

He glanced at Jasmine and stood up.

He had wanted to make lunch but realized he didn't know how to do it at all.

There was a restaurant down the block that served good meals and had an easy delivery. He picked up

his phone and dialed the number.

He was a regular customer. He didn't know how to cook, so he ate out. The restaurant was close to his

home and he had eaten there a few times, so he was getting to know it. Sometimes he didn't want to

go down, so he had the food brought up.

He ordered a few dishes that he had eaten that tasted good.

About half an hour later, the food was delivered. Because it was close by, the food was still hot when it

arrived.

He paid, picked up the lunchbox, placed it on the table, and went to call Jasmine.

Jasmine was still sleeping and Boyce sat down on the bed and called her name softly.

Jasmine opened her eyes in a daze.

"Um..."

She vaguely saw an indistinct figure in front of her, but she seemed to know who it was.

She rubbed her eyes.

Boyce whispered, "Get up and eat something."

Jasmine propped herself up and tried to sit up.