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"Will it hurt...?"

Tristan lifted his gaze to look at her, and in the deep darkness of his eyes, it seemed like a cluster of flames had been ignited, revealing the hidden cravings and desires within. His low and lustful voice carried a seductive charm.

"Do you still think it's childish?" His voice, deep and husky, echoed with a bewitching allure.

Cynthia swallowed, feigning composure. "Not childish."

"As adults, shouldn't we do non-childish things?" Tristan's lips curved with a hint of a playful smile, carrying an air of sophistication and debauchery.

Cynthia hesitated, realizing she might have dug herself into a hole. Knowing that saying more at this point would only make things worse, she lowered her eyelids and remained silent.

Cynthia's long and thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow under her eyes, resembling raven feathers. With a straight nose and slightly swollen, glossy lips, her facial features were enticing. Her delicate and vividly colored facial features made her look like a doll.