Unusual Touch

Cynthia straddled him, facing each other. Tristan's well-defined fingers gently brushed across her eyebrows, slowly landing on her lips. Leaning down, he lightly kissed her and asked, "Do you want to visit Independent State?"

Cynthia's brow slightly moved, "When are we going?"

"Whenever you have time." Tristan stared at her without blinking, his deep black eyes shimmering, and his thin lips curved into a smile. "Before we go, remember to settle the matters on hand."

Matters on hand...

Cynthia suddenly remembered that she had to pick up Mrs. Lindsay next week. She sighed lightly, leaning on Tristan's shoulder, "Indeed, there are some things to handle."

"No rush." Tristan gently rubbed her hair.

Cynthia looked at him, contemplated for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Why did you suddenly think of taking me to Independent State? Was it because of my question just now?"