Lack of Trust

Cynthia pondered for a moment, lifting a strand of hair near her ear and said casually, "Don't you like it?"

"Don't like it," Tristan replied.

Cynthia pursed her lips and stared deeply at him. Tristan continued, "If it were our child, maybe I would like it a little bit."

He embraced Cynthia, his arm tightly around her delicate waist, and his breath, as he spoke into her ear, was like a gentle spring breeze, creating ripples in her heart.

Tristan looked at the faint blush on her cheeks, and a hint of a smile appeared in his eyes.

After entering the elevator, he embraced her from behind. "When will you rely on me a bit more?"

Cynthia's body suddenly stiffened. She thought this topic would be closed, but Tristan brought it up again.

After pondering for a moment, she cautiously spoke, "I'm just used to..."