Good Fortune Still Awaits
"Otherwise?" Cynthia's delicate brows flickered, and between her smiles and frowns, there was a hint of unconscious charm.
Tristan stared at her exquisite and stunning face, his gaze involuntarily deepening. With one hand holding the shopping bag and the other arm around her slender waist, he slightly lowered his body. His thin lips pressed against her temple, and the warm breath sprayed on her ear. His chilly voice intentionally lowered, "Of course, it's to offer myself."
Cynthia raised her chin slightly, her breath brushing against his face, resembling a captivating fairy. Just as Tristan was about to bend down to kiss her, Cynthia ruthlessly pushed him away, her tone proud and spoiled, "Dream on!"
After saying that, she walked straight towards the elevator.
Tristan watched her departing figure, his eyes dark and mysterious. His thin lips curled into an indulgent smile as he leisurely followed her steps.