Thinking of this, Jasmine is especially wronged, but she doesn't dare to say anything. She realizes that
Pehry may beat her, and she suddenly feels scared.
The one who "may beat her" seems to be even more restless. Looking at the girl with her neck shrunk
like a quail, Pehry feels quite tormented.
Damn it! Why does he throw it so accurately? He has deliberately tilted to the side just now. Damn it!
The air has been frozen. Neither of them speaks. Jasmine lowers her head and looks at the table,
leaving the top of her head to Pehry.
Pehry can't help but let out a deep breath. He suddenly stands up from his chair and walks to her.
"Jasmine, look up."
Jasmine can feel him walking over. She can see the dark brown British leather shoes standing beside
her. She is hesitating whether to raise her head or not when her chin is pinched by someone and she is
forced to turn away.
Pehry removes all the hair on her forehead. Under the light, there is a red mark on the skin in the left
corner. The red area is slightly protruding, and it's a little swollen because of the hit.
It isn't serious, but it still hurts. Pehry is quite annoyed.
He frowns and looks at her forehead, "Does it hurt?"
It's fine if he doesn't come to ask Jasmine. Her eyes turn red with grievance. She shakes her head,
wanting to break free from Pehry's hand, "There's no need for you to pretend to be kind ..."
Pehry ignores it and says, "I'll ask the waiter to bring over an ice pack."
"I said I don't need you ..."
"I didn't do it on purpose." As Pehry speaks, he changes the position of his feet. He seems a little
embarrassed. After a while, he says again, "I wanted to throw that can straight over. Who knew that
you had to move?"
Although Jasmine feels a little better, she still has some emotions. "Alright, it's all my fault."
Pehry becomes silent, as if he doesn't know how to explain. He simply holds her little face and says,
"That's not what I meant. You're my girlfriend and why do I throw things at you?"
"But you just did it!"
"That's because I get angry when I saw you were concentrating on your phone!"
"What's wrong with that? Can you just hit me?"
"Sure you can, but—" Pehry suddenly becomes serious, and even his peach blossom eyes, which are
always teasing, are full of seriousness. "Is it right to send messages in front of your boyfriend just after
a party, huh? As my girlfriend, you openly went to a party with another boy and calmly told me. Aren't
you trying to provoke me?"
Jasmine figures out why this person is angry all night. She finally understands!
So he is angry that she has been to a party?
However, the party she is talking about is not the kind of casual party!
Jasmine is really like a mute victim. "It's just a group chat. What are you thinking?"
"How do I know that you two are chatting or talking about other things? What if he falls love in you and
my good cabbage is spoiled by others?"
Cabbage? This analogy really shocks her!
Jasmine always feels that Pehry has an aura of rejecting people thousands of miles away, but now she
realizes that he is very childish!
She rolls her eyes. "Do you think I'm you, who like someone so casually? I'm serious, okay?"
"Why am I not serious?" She doesn't expect that Pehry would frown after hearing her words, "I've told
you so many times that I'm serious. You just won't listen, will you?"
From the beginning to now, his lips have almost worn out. He calls her "girlfriend" one after another,
and shows his loyalty to her over and over again. If what he has done is applied on other women, they
must be infatuated with him. At the very least, they will be deeply attracted by his charming.
Unfortunately, Jasmine is an exception. No matter what he says, she doesn't believe him. She always
believes that He is just for fun by doing all this. At first, Pehry can still accept this. After a long time, he
begins to feel upset and anxious when he hears this.
What else can he say?
She doesn't accept gifts and doesn't listen to what he says. Does he have to use "violence" and solve
the problem on bed?
Just as Jasmine is thinking about what to say to get away, someone knocks the door.
Jasmine immediately points at the door as if she has grabbed a life-saving straw. "Someone is at the
door."
"I hear that." Pehry sighs deeply, but he doesn't get up. He shouts to the door with a rising voice,
"Come in."
The two waiters push the dining cart in. Altogether there are three floors filled with all kinds of
ingredients. Jasmine is annoyed just now and does not realize that she has ordered so much. Now she
realizes that this amount of food is not for two people. It's totally for four people!
After the waiter place the food neatly on the table, the chef following behind walks in with a pot. One
side is butter spicy soup, and the other side is nutritious fungus soup. When the light falls on it, it looks
very delicious.
When Jasmine smells the fragrance, her gaze can't be taken off from the food. Pehry sees that she is
totally focusing on the food and even doesn't glance at him. He is just about to hold her face when she
suddenly inhales a breath of cold air.
"Be careful!"
Pehry's eyes turn cold. When he turns around, he sees the chef wearing a white chef's hat and holding
the pot suddenly moves. The hot soup is about to be poured towards them.
Pehry doesn't even have time to dodge, so he can only bend down and lean closer, completely
protecting the girl in his embrace.
…
Next second, the man behind him cries out in fear. Jasmine does not know what happens, but she has
a premonition that the soup must have been spilled on Pehry.
If he doesn't take this step forward and dodges, the one who get hurt by the hot soup would not be him,
but her.
She immediately stands up from her chair and checks the back of man. He is wearing a dark caffeine
trench coat today. There are dense red marks all the way from the middle of his back to his hip.
That is the boiling hot soup, and the boiling point of the oil is even higher than the water. With so much
oil pouring on his body, she can't imagine what his back would look like.
Jasmine ignores everything and immediately takes off his coat from his shoulder. "Take off your
clothes!"
Pehry doesn't feel any pain the moment the soup is poured on him, because the heat is too high, and
his back is numb. But now, he raises his hand to take off his clothes and moves the muscles on his
body. Only now does he feel how painful his back is.
It is the kind of pain that a piece of skin has been burned off, especially after the windbreaker is taken
off. He only wears a loose shirt and it is close to his body. Every rubbing makes him feel as if there are
many tweezers picking up his flesh.
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