Quite Sensitive
Cynthia's body tensed up, her grip on the bedsheet tightening even more.
“Tristan, I beg of you…”
Her soft voice trembled with uncertainty.
Just as the words left her lips, a deep and cold yet gentle voice came from above her, “What did you say?”
Cynthia suddenly opened her eyes and saw the man reaching over her to grab the hairdryer from the bedside table.
Instantly, a blush spread across her fair cheeks.
So, he wasn't…
Cynthia bit her lip and lowered her gaze, “It's nothing.”
“Is that so?”
Tristan looked at her, a hint of a meaningful smile in his eyes.
“But I distinctly heard you say ‘beg me.' What is it that you want to beg of me?”
His voice was low, rich, and magnetic, irresistibly captivating.
The blush on Cynthia's face reached her ears, her ears tingling, and her heart pounding.
Seeing the smile on his lips, she knew that this man had deliberately teased her just now.