I Will Satisfy You
"Cynthia."
The man's deep and magnetic voice whispered, carrying a hint of deep affection and the ambiguous entanglement between lovers, causing Cynthia's heart to tremble.
She pursed her lips, gazing into the man's unfathomable eyes.
There, Tristan lifted the corner of his lips, a meaningful smile playing in his eyes, with an inscrutable depth that Cynthia couldn't discern. "Will you sleep with me tonight?"
Cynthia forcefully pulled back her hand, and a layer of frost seemed to form on her delicate face, accompanied by a chilling aura.
"Tristan Ford, you have no sense of propriety! We haven't developed to the point where we can share a bed together!"
"I thought you were suggesting something to me by coming to my room of your own accord." The man saw the anger hidden beneath her delicate face, and the smile on his lips grew even more pronounced. "Besides, it's late at night, and we're alone. Don't forget. I'm a normal man."
So it was inevitable for him to have impure thoughts.