Chale Cheney was wearing an adorably cute sweater, tugging at the bunny ears on it.
"Baby is only three years old."
Jasmine Yale smiled and rubbed his head, "Little Devil."
A little devil who could deceive.
"Jasy, when will you knit me another sweater? The ones before aren't nice to wear anymore," Chale Cheney complained.
"This time Jasy has brought you a gift."
Jasmine opened her backpack, inside, besides her own luggage, it was stuffed full of gifts.
There were dolls and snacks she made herself, and a beautiful piece of jade.
Her funds were limited, but this time, she really put her heart into buying gifts for Chale.
Chale was visibly delighted. Pointing at the jade, he said, "Want to wear."
"Okay, let's put it on." Jasmine patiently fastened it around his neck, lowering her head to smell the faint scent of milk on the little fellow, "Do you like it? This will keep you safe and sound."
"Like it, I like everything Jasy gives."
"You're just sweet-talking."
