The girl blushed just asking such a question, lowering her head in embarrassment, her gaze shifty.
The air became quiet.
Sylvan Cheney was taken aback at first, seeing her bashful look, he responded calmly and seriously, "When I met her, I had an injury on my waist, hurt my bone, and was recovering. It was only last month that I fully recovered."
However, he didn't know if he had… before.
At his age, logically, it was unlikely not to have been with a woman.
But as for the past, he couldn't remember.
He also didn't know if she minded or not.
"Was the injury severe?" Jasmine Yale raised her head worriedly and looked at him, "When I saw you in July, you seemed okay."
"It's fine, it's healed, won't affect future happiness, don't worry."
"Did you hurt yourself anywhere else?"
"No." Sylvan Cheney said, "I'm not the type who messes around; I'm very careful in terms of private life."
"I know." Jasmine Yale couldn't possibly not understand him.
