Can't Act Like a Person in Front of You

Cynthia instantly turned from embarrassment to anger. "Tristan, are you ever going to stop..."

Before she could finish, Tristan seized her chin and kissed her lips again.

This kiss was even deeper and more intense than before. He continuously plundered her breath, ravaging every inch that belonged to her.

In the quiet room, the two entangled passionately, and the hot and ambiguous atmosphere gradually spread throughout the room.

After an unknown amount of time, Cynthia felt like her hands were about to break. "Have you had enough?!"

Tristan buried his head in her neck, his rapid and disorderly breaths brushing against her ear. He gripped the soft flesh around her waist. "Just a bit longer."

Cynthia pursed her lips, her clear apricot eyes misted with a faint wetness. "Can we switch hands? Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold a pen at work tomorrow."

Just when Cynthia felt utterly hopeless, everything finally quieted down.