Jasmine Yale's small face was hidden in her scarf, looking like a cute cat, an utterly likable appearance.
When he smiled at her, her courage swelled, and she completely forgot about skipping class.
She looped her arm through his, laughing joyfully.
However, she remained cautious and glanced around behind him.
"Did you come back alone?" Jasmine asked carefully.
"Mm, what's up?" Sylvan Cheney's handsome eyes turned towards her.
"No, nothing." Jasmine was glad—he didn't have a girlfriend.
"Let's go home." Sylvan prepared to walk outside the airport with her.
"I'll help you with your luggage."
"That's not necessary."
"Aren't you tired?"
"How long have you been waiting here?"
"Not long, just a few tens of minutes," lied Jasmine.
"You're a little girl, don't wander off like this in the future." Sylvan frowned slightly, speaking calmly, "What if someone abducted you?"
