The Coercion of Scum

Jasmine was saying this with interest, and suddenly screamed like a cat stepped on its tail.

"What's wrong with Jasmine?"

Sunflower's eyes widened in surprise.

"No...nothing..."

Jasmine's ruddy face immediately turned pale.

Maybe it's because I rubbed her when I was okay, and she was very upset.

"I'm sorry, I stepped on Jasmine's foot. Keep going."

After I pretended to apologize, Jasmine bit her lip and stared at me. The anger and contempt in those dark pupils seemed to aggravate a bit.

But in this case, it is impossible for her to scold me in public. On the one hand, it is embarrassing. On the other hand, if I provoke me, I will tell Sunflower her secret to be done.

Ignoring this accustomed look, I leaned against Jasmine's beautiful back from behind, sniffing the delicate fragrance of the beautiful girl.

It was too close to me, so Jasmine's snow-white cheek flushed with shame.

"It's okay...I'm... just a little tired... um..."

In front of her friends, Jasmine barely kept smiling, only talking intermittently.

As for the reason, my hands are not honest.

Hahaha is super fun, even the strong-looking Jasmine has already been captured by me to death.

"Hey, is there anything behind? I always think Jasmine cares a lot."

Sunflower noticed that Jasmine's complexion was unusually red, and she glanced at me with concern.

I smiled politely to her.

"No... let's go on..."

Jasmine squeezed out a normal smile, but unconsciously bit her tender lips, not daring to turn her head.

Now she is even more afraid of her actions too big and attracting the attention of others.

"Okay, well, let's continue talking, that one..."

"Hmm..."

With a smile on her face, she stood up with the narrative of sunflower, but her brows were always raised.

"The weather is very good today."

I secretly leaned to her ear to express shameless thoughts, but Jasmine could only hold the ring of the bus in her hand, trying to pretend that nothing happened.

It’s a pity that I’ve been enjoying the burning feeling of anger hidden in Jasmine’s dark eyes, but it didn’t take long for the bus to arrive. Jasmine got off the bus as if he was escaping with a sunflower. I can only regret it. Keep up.

Well, it's not bad to see the maid outfit.

Chapter 7 Memories

What is her mood in front of her now?

"I... I won't let you go forever."

Myself reflected in Jasmine's double pupils... the whole face is darker than her ink pupils.

"I...want to get you...because..."

I don't know what a convincing reason to make up. After all, I was secretly threatening her to come to my house today, and finally pushed her to the bed forcibly while she was not paying attention.

"No matter what you say, do you think I will forgive you?"

That pretty face was still stubborn, but the twinkling pupils were obviously full of tremor, as if she was forbearing.

Jasmine, who was as cold as frost, would show such an expression when she was about to lose her purity.

"Please, or tell your secret."

With a threat, as if begging her, begging her—

Turn the naked desire-into words.

"!—"

The light black eyes flickered.

Surprise, horror, despair flashed in his eyes, and finally—

"You...you fellow!-Do you think I will succumb to this threat! Let go! Let me go! Me!...Ah!"

Like Mianyang being bitten by a wolf, Jasmine struggled feebly, but after all, she was a girl, how could she break free...

At last-

We hugged each other tightly, and even couldn't distinguish each other's existence.

That's good, we will never be separated again.

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The sharp cicada cried awoke me.

Because my house is courtyard style, it is normal for cicadas to sing on the trees outside.

It's night now, and a bright moon hangs in the air.

Cicadas are screaming, and people are broken.

Jasmine was lying on the clean white bed, the blue moonlight shining on the blanket on her body through the window.

In the moonlight, she has two godless eyes, like a doll without a soul.

If it hadn't been for her body to fluctuate slightly because of her breathing, I would have thought she was dead.

Fortunately, I remember her previous sad expression and desperate voice.

It's amazing.

I turned my head and kissed her forehead.