"Five points?" At the woman's words, Jason Lockwood's expression instantly turned grim.
Jasmine Warren's confidence wavered, but she still held her head high defiantly. "Of course, it's five points. What more did you want?"
"So you're not satisfied with me?"
"Not satisfied. Very unsatisfied. I could grab a random guy off the street, and he'd be a hundred times better than you!" 'At least he wouldn't leave me so exhausted and miserable every day...'
Her words grew more and more outrageous, making Jason Lockwood clench his fists as a dark fury filled his eyes. "A random guy?"
"You expect me to be satisfied with *that* technique? No way!"
Jason Lockwood was so furious he could only point at Jasmine Warren for a long moment. Finally, he gritted his teeth and snarled, "You... Fine. Just you wait until we get back. If I don't make you cry so much you can't get out of bed, then my name isn't Jason Lockwood!"
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Jasmine Warren's face fell, and her heart began to pound wildly.
