What Kind of Being Are You?
In the foremost row, Max Ginger was caught off guard by their unexpected affection.
Abiding by the principle of not entertaining improprieties, he silently closed his eyes.
Though innate restraint had always been ingrained in Cynthia's nature, she couldn't fathom why, but at this moment, an intense desire to kiss him surged within her.
And so, she followed the dictates of her heart.
The man's lips bore traces of lipstick, imparting a touch of frivolous elegance to his otherwise cool and restrained countenance.
Tristan's eyes lingered upon Cynthia, his pitch-black eyes brimming with enigmatic emotions.
The woman arched her eyebrows and her eyes curved, the upturned corners exuding an indescribable allure.
Her vermilion lips parted gently, “Tristan, thank you for appearing in the most wretched phase of my life.”
She was oblivious to the thoughts crossing the man's mind at this moment, but she had long been nurturing this solitary ‘thank you.'