Take It Slow, No Rush
The scent of the man after a shower permeated the air, giving a chilly and woody fragrance to his body.
Cynthia lowered her eyelids, but the close proximity made her cheek's blush unknowingly spread to her ears.
"Answer me, hmm?" Tristan's fingers gently stroked her cheek, outlining her facial contours, finally resting on her delicate and round chin.
Cynthia pursed her lips and calmly explained, "Yesterday, I followed you and found that the elevator wasn't running, so I guessed."
In fact, she had a bold idea in her mind when she saw the new neighbor moving into the adjacent house. However, she didn't think Tristan would be so audacious as to move in immediately.
Until last night when she chased after him with a shopping bag and found that not only was the elevator not running, but Tristan was also nowhere to be seen in the corridor. The only reasonable explanation was that Tristan was the new neighbor.
Apparently, her guess was correct.