Zayla took Jasmine as air and said, "Lincoln, hold me tight. I feel cold."
Zayla's sweet voice was so delicate and charming.
Lincoln did that and asked, "Do you still feel cold now?"
"Well, I feel better."
Lincoln quickened his pace and walked past Jasmine.
Jasmine looked at him and shouted, "Lincoln, I have something to tell you."
Lincoln stopped.
Jasmine looked at Zayla triumphantly.
"I have nothing to talk to you." With that, Lincoln walked into the lounge with Zayla in his arms.
Jasmine, who was complacent, became dumbfounded. People who didn't know might think she was sick because she was wearing too little.
Jasmine went crazy. Zayla would not offend others if others didn't offend her.
Seeing Jasmine, Zayla put her chin on Lincoln's shoulder and waved at her.
Jasmine became gloomier. She was so angry that she gritted her teeth and turned to go back to the lounge.