Snare of Love
Chapter 822 It Will Be Bitterer

Boyce said, "I'm happy to see you."

Jasmine had taken off all of her clothes, and she had no clothes on her body. She naughtily snuggled up in Boyce's arms, and blinked her eyes, and asked, "To what extent of happiness? Show me."

Boyce looked at her, and his pupils became darker. He was overwhelming some emotions, but he controlled his feelings, "You just got wet in the rain. Stop doing this."

When he went back to City B last time, Jasmine asked him to sleep on the couch, and both of them did not sleep together. She flirted with him at this time, and he would not be able to stand it. Jasmine suddenly thought of something and widened her eyes, "What to do? I lost my phone and wallet with the bank card you gave me. The card password is so simple. Will it be..."

"It's okay. I'll go to the bank to report the loss of the bank card tomorrow, and I'll go to buy you a new phone too," Boyce's tone was serious, "I'm happy to see you, but don't be like this next time. You must notify me in advance. Otherwise, it's too dangerous for you to come here alone."

"Are you worrying about me?" Jasmine raised her head.

Boyce lowered his eyes and rubbed her cheek with his fingertips. He felt her body was still slightly cold, "Of course, you're my wife."

Jasmine looked at him with her dove-eyed and gently raised the corners of her lips. She put her arms around his neck and put her lips to his.

They kissed. Boyce hesitated and glanced at her cheek with his dove-eyed. His heart was a little trembling. With the dim light, Jasmine looked feminine that he usually did not get to see it. Boyce looked at Jasmine within his reach. He could not help but respond to her kiss.

Both of them embraced each other passionately.

The quilt, which was covering Jasmine, slowly slipped off, and it showed her white and smooth skin with a little bit of coldness.

She pressed her body close to Boyce so that she could be warmer.

Boyce's breathing was getting quicker, and he called her name hoarsely.

Jasmine responded to him gently, "I miss you..." she sneezed untimely after her words, and she spat in Boyce's face.

She blushed instantly and hurriedly cleaned his face, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Her sneeze had ruined such a good atmosphere.

She felt chagrined.

Boyce grabbed her by the wrist that was frantically wiping his face and said with a smile, "It's okay."

He put the quilt back over Jasmine and helped her to lie down, "Take a nap, and I'll go out for a while."

"I'm fine, Ahchoo!" Jasmine sneezed again before finishing her words.

Boyce touched her forehead, but he was not sure whether she had a fever. So he put his forehead against hers to test her body temperature, and then he frowned slightly, "You may have a fever." Jasmine also reached out to feel her temperature, "I don't think so."

She did not feel hot.

Boyce got up, "You can't feel it yourself."

He put the quilt back over Jasmine, "I'll go out and buy some medicine for you. You take a rest on the bed."

Jasmine said, "No need to... Ahchoo..."

It seemed like her body did not feel well.

Boyce leaned towards her and gently kissed her forehead, "Be good. I'll be back soon."

Jasmine nodded and said, "Come back home early."

Jasmine felt unsafe in the strange place when Boyce was not around.

"Well, I'll be back soon," after saying that, Boyce took the car keys and went out of the house. Jasmine looked at him, "Don't forget to take the umbrella."

Boyce replied to her with h'm, took the umbrella, and went out of the house.

Jasmine began to feel uncomfortable after Boyce left for a while. She still felt cold under the quilt, so she huddled in the quilt.

She swept around the house and thought, "This is the place where Boyce lives."

The cupboard had a few pieces of clothing hung there, and there were a thermos flask and a teacup on the table. The house was simple.

Jasmine felt increasingly weak, so she lazily laid down and waited for Boyce to return home.

It took more than an hour for Boyce to return home. It was the middle of the night, and almost all the stores were closed.

He could only buy the medicine after going to a lot of places.

When he returned home, Jasmine had already drifted off.

Boyce poured a glass of warm water and put the medicine on the table before waking up Jasmine.

Jasmine blearily opened her eyes. Boyce propped her up and found her body was hot. He pressed his lips against her forehead, and it felt obvious that she was getting hotter when he touched her forehead. He whispered, "I've bought the medicine. Come and take medicine before you sleep."

"I want to sleep," Jasmine huddled while Boyce coaxed her, "Be obedient to take medicine."

He handed the medicine over to Jasmine's lips, and she opened her mouth and took it. She immediately frowned, "It's bitter."

"Drink some water to remove the bitterness, and it'll be fine," Boyce handed the glass of water over to her lips. Jasmine swigged back the water to wash down the pill. The bitterness in her mouth was much lighter.

Boyce handed two more tablets over to her, "Two more tablets."

Jasmine pouted in his arms, "Can I refuse to take it?"

Boyce said, "No, you're sick now."

"I want you to feed me," Jasmine was afraid he would not understand her and said, "I want you to feed me with your mouth."

The pill would melt instantly in the mouth. Boyce said, "That will be more bitter."

"I want to share the bitterness with you. Don't you want to?" Jasmine said coquettishly.

Boyce was speechless.

Jasmine took the pill from his hand and placed it between his lips, then put her lips to his, "It won't melt in this way."000