Boyce bowed his head and kissed her forehead, his eyes turning unfathomable. He said softly, "I like you."

Jasmine blinked and said, "I know."

If he did not like her, it was impossible for him to marry her.

His eyes turned more unfathomable and he repeated the words again with a softer voice.

This time, Jasmine seemed to understand what he meant as she could feel that his body feature changed slightly.

She could not help but frown. Her small face was crinkled as she asked softly, "Won't you feel tired?"

It was already one day.

She was scared now. There was no break in the middle and she suffered a lot.

"That..." Jasmine was thinking about how she could tell him that she wanted a rest in an indirect manner.

"I'll leave tomorrow." Boyce could sense her hesitation. He knew it was too frequent but he wanted it so much. He could withstand it before he did it but after he had done it, his control power became weaker.

'I'll leave tomorrow and I rarely come back home.'

'Jasmine still wants to reject?'

She snuggled up to his chest gently. She was embarrassed and her cheek was hot, "You, be gentle a bit, my waist is painful."

Boyce looked at her reddened cheek. He hugged her slender body with his hot palm and kissed her lips, "I know."

...

However, he forgot his words.

It could not be said that he forgot but he could not control himself when he became excited.

As the saying goes, "A new broom sweeps clean." This man was excited when he became the real man for the first time.

Jasmine could not sleep well that night. She thought that a man who could control himself for a long time like Boyce could control himself well but she was wrong.

The longer a man had controlled himself, the more terrifying he was.

It was afternoon when she woke up. She experienced aches all over her body. They continued non-stop and that equaled... one day.

She turned over but there was no one beside her, even the temperature was gone. He should have woken up early. She turned over and saw a note on the table. She reached out her hand and took the note. The handwriting was thick, strong and good-looking, 'I have to settle my business so I leave first. If you are too tired, then don't cook. This is the phone number for delivery order 135********. They will send the food to you.'

The note ended with cross-out handwriting.

Jasmine frowned. She could not see the words which were crossed out.

When Boyce wrote this paragraph, Jasmine was still sleeping. Looking at her sleeping appearance, he was reluctant to leave. He wished to stay with her for a little longer, but he had to work. It seemed inappropriate for him to write "I'll miss you" at the end of the note. It seemed not serious, so he crossed out after he wrote the words.

Looking at the string of words, Jasmine was a little disappointed. She hoped that he could accompany her.

After all, in the process of becoming a woman from a girl, she needed to be pampered and comforted.

She held the note and thought to herself, 'He still makes mistakes? He's heartless to leave a note with cross-out marks.'

She wanted to throw the note away, but she did not. She looked at it again and again and finally sighed. She put it back on the table and lay down. She got up after a long time.

After the weekend, she had to attend classes, and as usual, this went on for several days. Jasmine did not call Boyce. She wanted Boyce to contact her, however, Boyce did not call either.

On Thursday night, Jasmine was lying in bed, tossing and turning. She could not sleep as she missed him. She was a bit angry, 'Doesn't he miss me?'

'Can't he send me a message?'

'Even if he's busy, he shall have some spare time to send a message, right?'

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She sat up. No matter where she looked at, it was desolate.

Ring, ring...

The phone suddenly rang with a text message tone, she panicked and picked it up. Seeing that the screen showed Boyce's number, she was about to go crazy with joy, 'This man finally remembers me?' She tapped on the text message with excitement and anticipation. The screen showed, 'Have you slept?'

Jasmine was speechless.

'He forgets about me for so long. He does not even extend his greetings to me. He just sends a message with these few words?'

'Doesn't he miss me?'

She was angry and did not want to reply to the message. She threw her phone aside. She covered herself with a quilt and thought to herself, 'I don't want to miss you as you don't miss me.' 'However, why do I feel angry?'

After a while, she lifted her quilt and picked up her phone. She replied quickly, "Not yet."

'This is easy. I know how to do it too!'

Jasmine was mean out of no reason this time round.

Boyce was busy for many days. He just had some time to rest now. He wanted to contact Jasmine but it was very late, he worried that he would disturb her, so he did not call her. He hesitated for a long time before he sent the text message. He worried that she had slept.

Seeing her reply, he was extremely happy. His tired face became enlightened. He typed quickly, 'I've been very busy lately. I miss you.'

He missed her very much.

He wished to hug her.

Seeing the message, Jasmine was stunned and then jumped up with excitement, 'The man still loves me, just that he's busy.'

'He said, he missed me!'

Jasmine held her phone. She was very happy.

She had to reply to him so that he knew that she missed him too.

When she wanted to tell him that she missed him, she realized that the words could not express her thoughts and affection. She remembered that she had learnt an ancient Chinese poem. She typed on the keyboard and the words appeared on the screen one after another.

She was embarrassed when she looked at the screen but she still sent it in the end.

Ring, ring...

Boyce's phone rang and he tapped on the text message.00000

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