"No One Can Hurt Me"

After a long while, Tristan released her. He looked down at the woman in his arms, her heavy breaths betraying her exhaustion. The profound black eyes hid an uncontrollable dominance and tyranny. "Since you've chosen, there's no chance for regret."

His tone was light, but every word disrupted the rhythm of Cynthia's heart.

She raised her gaze slightly, looking at him. Her lips moved slightly as she softly asked, "Are you injured?"

Tristan shook his head and casually asked, "Aren't you going to ask what I did tonight?"

Cynthia's gaze paused, a faint smile playing on her lips. "No matter what you did, it must be the other party's fault."

Tristan lowered his eyes to look at her. The brilliance in her almond-shaped eyes was more dazzling than the stars in the night sky, showing no reason, no logic, just unreasonably favoring him.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, the arm around her waist tightened involuntarily, and he leaned down to fiercely kiss her lips again.