Playing with Fire

The veins on his forehead faintly bulged. After a while, he sighed softly, "I'm really close to being driven crazy by you."

Cynthia squinted her almond-shaped eyes, a playful smile shining through. "Reversing the blame?"

Clearly, he willingly approached her, but now it turned into her fault?

"It's like playing with fire and self-immolation." Tristan extended his well-defined fingers, wiping the corner of her lips. "Do you want something to eat?"

Cynthia replied, "Something simple."

Her understanding of a simple meal was something she could easily make herself. However, it seemed that Tristan's idea of a simple meal was different.

Seated in the dining room, Cynthia looked at the exquisitely plated dishes before her. The clear 'Yi Pin Ju' logo was carved on the edge of the plates. They had agreed she would cook, but Tristan had already arranged everything, giving her an inexplicable sense of being caught off guard.