That gaze carried a playful intent, mixed with sharpness and astuteness.
Sylvan Cheney didn't let her go, holding her close in his embrace.
He opened the love letter in front of her.
Jasmine Yale's face shifted slightly, "I don't know this Jerm Zaila; I only know he's my classmate, but as you know, we don't interact much in class."
"Oh," Sylvan Cheney opened the love letter.
The paper was exquisitely made, a light yellow, and as soon as it was opened, a faint lavender fragrance wafted out.
Jasmine shifted uncomfortably, "If you like it, you can have it."
Sylvan Cheney: "..."
His long fingers unfolded the letter, his handsome brows slightly furrowed: "Dear Ms. Jasmine Yale, it's my fortune to be classmates with you and to study and learn together..."
"Stop reading, give it back to me!"
Jasmine sprang up like a flustered rabbit from his embrace, reaching to snatch the love letter.