Scum Coercion

Mother Jasmine folded her arms and nodded with a smile.

And his father interrupted with an unhappy face.

"wait for me……"

"I~feel~it's~convenient~"

"..."

Jasmine's mother repeated the words again with a smile, while her father's brow was sweating, he adjusted his glasses, and stopped talking.

Ah, I always feel that their relationship is actually very harmonious.

"Xiaozhu, you can go, I won't bother you, mom."

Not only did she help me remove Papa Jasmine's obstacles, but she also took a few steps back, signaling that she would do her own thing.

Under Jasmine's mother's encouraging eyes, I put my hand on the doorknob.

"Okay, Dad, cook with me~"

"Hey, wife..."

Then they both disappeared at the same time when I opened the door and walked in.

As the door opened, I saw her.

"what!"

Jasmine, who was sitting on the bed, met my eyes and let out a scream.

Her face was still as beautiful as ever, with her black hair hanging down her back, but her face was surprisingly pale.

After noticing my presence, Jasmine bent her knees and wrapped herself completely in the quilt, only showing the head above the eyes.

Seeing that she was more haggard than I imagined, my face became a little more serious.

"Jasmine."

I called her name and walked over to the bed.

"You, how did you come here?"

She seemed to be in a panic, and while clutching the quilt tightly with her hands, she moved her butt back.

I took advantage of the opportunity to sit beside her.

"You're sick, so I came to visit, what's wrong?"

"Anyway, I can't control you. Do whatever you want!"

She spoke with a nasty attitude, and at the same time her eyes turned weakly to the quilt, as if she was just looking at the pattern on it in a daze.

"How did you catch a cold?"

"..."

Hearing my words, Jasmine's body trembled, showing a visibly shaken expression.

not talking……

"Could it be because of the rain?"

"Knowingly asking."

She glared at me viciously.

I was surprised to be relieved to see that she was able to pull herself together so energetically.

"Hehe, that's not bad, after all, I was in the rain with you that day."

"You are with that child, right?"

Just after she finished speaking with sarcasm, Jasmine seemed to feel that her speech was inappropriate, so she shut her mouth again.

And I stretched out my hand to Jasmine's blanket very naturally and arrogantly.

"Wow!"

She shivered.

Because her hand was firmly held by me.

So Jasmine's quilt slipped slightly, revealing her beautiful yet terrified face again.

"You, what are you doing?"

Her slender fingers moved slightly, as if she was about to struggle, but she couldn't do it because her body was cold.

"Why are you running?"

I got straight to the point and asked the core questions that I really cared about.

As if she had expected that I would ask this question, Jasmine took a deep breath.

Then she moved her head awkwardly.

"I just don't intend to interfere with your private life."