"You Need Me, I'll Help You"

Tristan looked at Cynthia, and a layer of coldness formed on his sharply defined face. With his understanding of Cynthia, he would never be foolish enough to think that Cynthia was trying to seduce him. He lifted Cynthia out of the water, and the palm of his hand touched her skin, clearly feeling the scalding temperature.

Tristan frowned slightly, vaguely guessing why Cynthia had ended up in this state. He then grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped her in it. In her groggy state, Cynthia belatedly sensed the intrusion of an outsider, lifting her eyelids abruptly. A glint of coldness appeared in her eyes. However, when she saw Tristan's face clearly, the glint disappeared in an instant.

"Tristan, why are you here?" Her chilly voice carried an uncontrollable hint of breathlessness, sparking imagination. Likely due to the effects of the drug, Cynthia's senses were heightened. She greedily sniffed the cold aura emanating from the man, wishing she could press herself against him.