How Can I Make You Take the Initiative?
It wasn't until Cynthia's vision darkened that Tristan finally gasped for breath and let her go. The slightly cool fingertips gently stroked her red lips. "Looking at the stars, the moon, planning the future, discussing life philosophy—thinking we are the two closest people in the world?"
"Huh?" Cynthia couldn't quite follow Tristan's train of thought.
"Are you pretending to be confused with me?" Tristan raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
However, Cynthia keenly sensed a hint of danger in his words. Blinking her eyes, she seemed to be contemplating how to give Tristan a satisfactory answer.
But Tristan didn't have that much patience. "Cynthia, I'm jealous."
Upon hearing this, a faint smile appeared at the corner of Cynthia's eyes. She reached out, hooked her arm around the man's neck, and rubbed against his chest. "He's in the past tense; you are my present continuous."