The Fragrance of Wild Flowers Surpasses Homegrown Blossoms

Cynthia nervously swallowed, unsure how to explain for a moment.

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound from behind Cynthia's car window.

It turned out to be a couple entangled with each other, pressing down on the car.

The ambiguous conversation between the two lovers reached Cynthia and Tristan's ears without missing a word.

"Going out to see wild men behind my back so late at night?"

"Allowing you men to pick up women in bars, but not allowing us women to check out men? Besides, the fragrance of wild flowers surpasses homegrown blossoms, don't you understand?"

"I think you need to be taught a lesson!"

As the noisy voices moved away, the atmosphere inside the car once again fell into a strange silence.

"Heh!"

Suddenly, a light laugh escaped the man's throat.

It was brief, very brief, but Cynthia's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

She lifted her eyes and instantly met those deep, cold eyes, akin to an icy pool. Her chest tightened.