The Gradual Deepening of Gaze
“Did you miss me?” Tristan inquired.
Cynthia rose from her seat and moved to the couch, casually picking up a cherry from the table. The deep red hue of the cherry set off her fingertips, which appeared as luminous and white as jade. Her crimson lips parted as she delicately savored the fruit.
On the screen, Tristan's gaze fixated on her every move, his eyes growing increasingly profound and contemplative. His Adam's apple rolled up and down almost imperceptibly.
At that moment, Cynthia nonchalantly spat out the cherry pit and calmly spoke, “What if I said I did?”
What if I said I did?
Such a simple sentence, whispered into Tristan's ears, seemed to hold more sweetness than all the honeyed words in the world. It nearly sent him soaring with happiness!
Tristan's eyes remained locked on Cynthia, his affectionate infatuation shining unknowingly within them. He was utterly unaware of how undeniably enamored he appeared, his smile exuding a priceless charm.