Chapter 1156: Chapter 1156: Kissed Her on the Forehead

But, he still woke up very early.

In the past, he was always alone on the big bed when he woke up, but today was different; there was another person in his arms.

Jasmine Yale was resting on his arm–she wasn’t a calm sleeper, she had been facing away from him at night, but now she had turned around and was facing him.

Her fuzzy little head was burrowed in his embrace, rubbing against him from time to time, seemingly sleeping sweetly.

A gentle, warm smile curled on the corners of Sylvan Cheney’s lips.

He lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

Sylvan Cheney pressed the button for the automatic curtains, and they opened slightly.

The sunlight streamed through the glass window, casting its warmth onto the wooden floor, filling the grand bedroom with a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, oozing tenderness everywhere.

The sky outside was a light blue, and Sylvan Cheney alternated between looking at the sky and the Jasmine Yale in his arms.

His large hand held her tight.

“emmm…” Jasmine Yale smacked her lips.

Sylvan Cheney knew she loved to sleep in, unshakable unless an alarm was set.

Her little hand clutched at the collar of his robe, holding onto it unmoving, like a little hamster.

In the end, he didn’t send her away this morning.

Sending her away wouldn’t have been difficult.

Sylvan Cheney lay silently on the bed, unmoving.

Maybe the blanket was too warm or perhaps his human cushion was too comfy, but she slept soundly until past nine o’clock.

Her black hair draped over her shoulders, slightly messy.

Sylvan Cheney’s fingertips gently twirled strands of her hair, playing with them.

Her hair had grown out but was still not too long, much shorter compared to before.

The faint fragrance on her body was not overpowering and lingered at the tip of his nose.

Sylvan Cheney was feeling a bit heated; it wasn’t so bad during the night, but now in the morning, it was more pronounced.

However uncomfortable he was, he could only endure it.

Just past nine o’clock, there were birds chirping outside the window.

Jasmine Yale moved her arm and opened her eyes, waking up.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Sylvan Cheney’s chin with a hint of stubble on it, unshaven.

“When did you come here? How can you sneak into someone’s room…” Jasmine Yale muttered her discontent, her eyes not fully open yet.

With a movement of her hand, she touched something she shouldn’t have.

Sylvan Cheney’s face turned a shade of iron blue, his eyes darkening.

“Sweet Kitty, Sweet Kitty…” Jasmine Yale called out a few more times.

“This is Landon, not your Sweet Kitty,” Sylvan Cheney said coldly.

“Oh.” She finally snapped back to reality.

She had returned to Landon.

This wasn’t Cakago.

Jasmine Yale was very tired and didn’t want to move; she grabbed the blanket and closed her eyes again.

Sylvan Cheney said helplessly, “Get up.”

“I don’t want to get up.”

“Do you know what time it is, huh?”

“I don’t know,” Jasmine Yale said with the petulance of someone just waking up.

Sylvan Cheney knew that Xiao Ya’s sleepiness was quite severe, and one had to be careful not to be resented by her in the morning.

And if not careful, one might even get scratched by her.

Sylvan Cheney simply reached out and tickled her armpit, “Get up.”

“Hey, what are you doing, I’m not getting up, I want to sleep…” Jasmine Yale was indeed grumpy when getting up and refused to open her eyes.

“Get up for breakfast, it’s almost ten.”

“I’m just sleeping in once in a while, just once in a while… don’t disturb me…” Jasmine Yale’s complexion was flushed, her eyes weary.

Sylvan Cheney knew she didn’t have much time to rest in Cakago, with classes on weekdays and work on weekends.

Sleeping in was a luxury for her.

Back when she was in Landon, he had never made her suffer like this.

Sylvan Cheney grabbed her fair hand and held it in his palm.