Gaze Collision, Breath Intertwined
Tristan suddenly leaned over, carrying a cool breath with him. The distance between the two abruptly narrowed, their gazes collided, and their breaths intertwined. Cynthia's eyelashes trembled slightly, subconsciously holding her breath and concentrating, tightening her grip on the plastic water bottle in her hand. However, he didn't do anything but reached over to fasten the seatbelt for Cynthia.
However, when he stood up, he extended his thumb to wipe away a small water stain from the corner of Cynthia's mouth.
"I actually hope you could be like a damsel in distress, relying on me everywhere, fulfilling my vanity," Tristan said. "It would satisfy my ego."
Recalling the past confidantes around Jimbo, none of them were strong and independent; they were all delicate and would call eight hundred times a day. Yet, when she finally entered into a relationship, there was no sense of being needed at all.