Let's Get Married

The word Pehry enjoys hearing most now is 'boyfriend'. Although he always mentions it, Jasmine rarely calls him like this.
Jasmine, as a young girl, is always very shy. Although she is too shy to express her love for him, Pehry can feel it. He also has
the patience to lead her to gradually be herself rather than be so reserved.
The women he makes the acquaintance of are always alluring and they're all eager to please him. Pehry has also thinks that he
likes this kind of women. It is only when he meets Jasmine who is innocent that he realizes that no man cares how much a
woman will please him. He can't cherish Jasmine's purity too much.
Thinking of this, Pehry hesitates.
Should he agree or not?
Well, it doesn't matter. Although the sandwich looks ugly, he can't upset her.
Thinking like this, Pehry moves back half a step, as if he is desperate, "If you want to take a picture, do it. Remember to
photoshop its color."
Jasmine is a little surprised, "You know Photoshop?"
Pehry sighs helplessly, "Even though I work every day, I still have general knowledge. Do you really think I don't know anything
other than work?"
Jasmine chuckles and doesn't say anything. She doesn't want to make Pehry unhappy, but she quickly photographs the
sandwich.
In case Pehry will feel embarrassed, Jasmine quickly puts down her phone without looking at it, takes up the sandwich and takes
a bite of it, as if nothing has happened.
It has to be said that although the sandwich looks a little difficult to swallow, it actually tastes good. At least the toast is just right,
crisp and delicious. The jam inside is also fresh, and it tastes also very good. Although the tomatoes and eggs are a little burnt,
they are delicious.
After all, Pehry does this for the first time, so Jasmine is very satisfied.
She praises the sandwich as possible as she can, "Very delicious. It's fantastic of you to do it for the first time."

"Do you like it?"
"Yes, I like it."
"Then I'll make it for you every day."
Jasmine pauses as she holds the sandwich, "You don't have to. Why not make it once in a while? It's troublesome to do this
often."
She quietly takes another bite, knowing that she probably doesn't really want to eat this every day.
Although it doesn't taste bad, she will definitely get sick of it if she eats it every day.
To her surprised, Pehry is extremely enthusiastic, "Never mind, you can take it along with you. If it's inconvenient to carry, I'll
have the driver bring it to you."
"Do you have to ask the driver to bring me a sandwich?" Jasmine pursed and said in an extremely sincere tone, "Don't bother. I
am OK. It's very convenient to buy food at school."
Pehry is so shrewd that he can immediately tell that the resistance in Jasmine's eyes is not because she is afraid of bothering
him, but because she really doesn't want to eat the sandwich every day.
Pehry is very experienced. Therefore, he can see through what Jasmine thinks. After all, he is not an idiot.
Pehry squints at Jasmine and says, "You don't want to eat it, do you?"
Jasmine is afraid that her words will hurt Pehry's self-esteem. She almost chokes on the bread when she hears this, and says,
"No ... I am just afraid that it will bother you."
"No bother."
"..."
Jasmine is silent now. However, she hasn't given in. She is still thinking how to answer him.
What should she say? Can she tell the truth? Of course not.
Thinking over it, she thinks of the best way to mute Pehry.

She swallows the remaining bread in her mouth, drinks a mouthful of water, stands up, approaches Pehry, raises her head and
slightly kisses him.
The kiss is so quick that it is just like an illusion for Pehry.
Pehry is shocked and a little dumbfounded.
"You...."
"Thank you," Jasmine blushes and doesn't dare to look at him. She only dares to stare at his chest, saying, "But you don't have
to bother to cook for me every day."
Pehry doesn't care the sandwiches anymore. All his attention is paid on the gentle kiss just now, he asks, "Did you kiss me?"
Jasmine quickly glances at Pehry's handsome face with a bit of astonishment. She has to reflect whether she is too shy to
express her love for him. Why does a gentle kiss exhilarate him?
However, though she thinks like this, she still nods with her face flushed and said, "Yes."
"Holy shit, Jasmine, why do you kiss me?"
Both Jasmine and Pehry are shocked by these words.
Actually, Pehry doesn't know what he is saying and what he should say right now. He just feels all blood in his body is boiling and
he is over the moon.
They have kissed each other before, and they even have done something more intimate. However, why is he dumbfounded
now?
Pehry also realizes that he has overreacted. When Jasmine calls him again, he touches his face to make sure that it is not his
illusion. And then he stops Jasmine who wants to flee.
"Are you going to please me like this though you don't like the sandwich?"
Hearing this, Jasmine immediately blushes. She retorts helplessly in stumbling words, "I, I never think so. Please stop being so
paranoid...."

"You know I am right, but..." Pehry says deliberately. He just wants to tantalize Jasmine.
"But what?"
"But I want more."
After saying that, regardless of Jasmine's reaction, he lowers his head and kisses Jasmine.
Anything like the breakfast, sweet talk is less important than such a kiss.
Pehry doesn't want anything else. He just kisses Jasmine in his arms passionately, aggressively but gently, afraid that his
rudeness will scare her away.
Jasmine only feels Pehry's hand is put on the back of her and all she can smell is the scent of Pehry's body.
It is very relaxing and ... beguiling.
She has never had such feeling before.
Jasmine quietly enjoys the kiss from Pehry with her head raised. She even breathes according to his rhythm. She almost forgets
the time and feels a little dizzy.
Only when Pehry touches her shoulder does she gets her head around and catches Pehry's hand to stop him.
She pants and moves back a little, "No."
"Darling...," Pehry wants to say something but he doesn't. Jasmine can clearly see the lust in his eyes.
"No." Jasmine blushes and insists, "I still have to go to the hospital. Or I will be late."