Held on His Lap

Cynthia woke up suddenly. She immediately sat up, causing a large splash of water and coughing repeatedly. Tristan outside the door, worried that something happened, instinctively wanted to rush in. However, Cynthia immediately stopped him, "Don't come in!"

"Are you okay?" Tristan's tense voice carried an unmistakable nervousness.

"Cough, I'm fine..." Cynthia, hands crossed in front of her, nervously curled up in the bathtub, stared anxiously at the tightly closed bathroom door. "Do you need something?"

Tristan outside the door said, "Your phone is ringing."

Cynthia pursed her lips, feeling awkward. "I'm not very convenient right now..."

"If you don't mind, I can answer it for you."

"Okay."

After that, Cynthia heard Tristan's footsteps leaving and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Tristan swiped the screen and answered the phone, "Who is this?"