Exploring Along Her Spine
Half an hour later, the car arrived at Birkin Manor.
Upon entering, Tristan stood at the entrance of the hall, watching as Cynthia took out a pair of men's slippers from the shoe cabinet. His eyebrows raised ever so slightly without saying a word, but his eyes were filled with ambiguity.
Although no words were spoken, the gaze was filled with teasing.
Cynthia understood his gaze and explained calmly, "Jacob prepared these for me. He said that it's safer for a girl living alone outside, and having a pair of men's slippers at the door would add an extra layer of security."
"You really know how to spoil the mood," Tristan sighed helplessly.
Just a moment ago, he was fantasizing about cohabitating with Cynthia.
Cynthia shrugged innocently and blinked her eyes, "Blame me then."
Tristan, "..."
"Go rest in the guest room first," Cynthia said as she tied up the scattered strands of her hair with a black hair tie.