Listen to the Girlfriend

Unexpectedly, Tristan suddenly reached out his arm and wrapped it around her delicate waist, firmly imprisoning her in his embrace.

The cool scent of wood instantly enveloped her.

Cynthia, caught off guard, tightly held onto his embrace.

The two of them pressed against each other, even though there was only thin fabric separating them, they could clearly feel the unusually hot temperature emanating from the man's body.

Even their breaths carried a different kind of warmth.

His scorching breath sprayed on her face, brushing against the stray hairs on her temples, causing her fingertips to curl slightly, and a faint blush to appear on her ears.

Feeling a bit uncomfortable, she pushed against the man's chest. "I'll go get your medicine."

"Don't move." Tristan's low and hoarse voice sounded above her head.

Those brief two words seemed like an order, yet also like a coax, making it impossible to resist.