EX-husband Groveling to Me novel Chapter 601

Chapter 601 You want to get married too?

Because the hair dryer is good for this thing, Jasmine can't help but feel a little excited when she thinks about Lincoln rubbing her hair last night.

Once she got excited, the person sat in front of the dresser for several minutes and Jasmine didn't even react to what she was going to do.

It was only when the knock on the door sounded that she woke up like a dream, raised her hand to pat her burning cheeks and hurriedly took her clothes out of the closet to change.

The winter clothes are a bit much, Jasmine dawdled for a while did not put on, sweater also accidentally stuck to the hair button, Jasmine the more anxious, the more can not get.

Lincoln at the door waited for a while, saw that no one had come to open the door, frowned slightly and knocked a few more times: "Jasmine?"

"Jasmine, I'm opening the door and coming in."

Lincoln waited a while longer, did not hear any response, he finally could not resist taking out the release door to go in.

Hearing this, Jasmine rushed inside the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

The room was quiet inside, and it sounded as if Jasmine hadn't woken up, but Lincoln walked in and found that Jasmine wasn't in bed.

"Jasmine?"

"I'm getting dressed."

Jasmine was so embarrassed that her sweater got stuck to the hairpin in her hair, and she couldn't get it down or up, and she couldn't pull it down.

When Lincoln heard her say this, his original steps towards the bathroom gave a slight lurch. He put the breakfast in his hand on the table outside and sat down on the couch to wait for Jasmine.

Last night at dinner, Jasmine took her phone and set several alarms, and there happened to be a 7:30 alarm.

Jasmine struggled for more than 10 seconds in the bathroom, but she couldn't get the sweater off. She was so angry that she wanted to rip the sweater, but the quality of the sweater was much better than she thought, so it couldn't be ripped.

Jasmine was angry and anxious, and the alarm on her phone outside kept going off. The alarm went off for about four or five seconds and finally stopped.

Jasmine finally breathed a sigh of relief, but it didn't last long before there was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Jasmine, you've been in there for almost five minutes."

Jasmine took a look at her funny self in the mirror through the sweater and knew that there was no way she could get this sweater off by herself.

She was forced to walk over and open the door.

The bathroom door was pulled open, and as soon as Lincoln looked down, he saw Jasmine, whose head was covered by a sweater, standing at his heels: "My sweater got stuck in my hairpin master."

Although he couldn't see the person's expression, Lincoln could feel how aggravated Jasmine was when she said that.

He hooked his lips in a rare smile and raised his hand to pull up Jasmine's sweater, and he really saw the crocheted flower stuck on the hairpin.

Lincoln easily loosened the bobby pin and then plucked out the wool stuck on it a little.

"Okay."

The man's low voice came from above, and at the same time, the suffocating sensation of Jasmine being wrapped tightly in her sweater disappeared.

As soon as she looked up, Jasmine met Lincoln's dark eyes.

Thinking about what just happened, Jasmine hated to find a hole in the ground: "I, I don't know why it got stuck."

Oooooooh, so embarrassing.

Lincoln raised his hand and touched her head, "Eat your breakfast."