"A Night's Worth a Thousand Gold"

Tristan heard the footsteps behind him and glanced at her, "Hungry?"

"Is there anything I can help with?" Cynthia placed her hands on the table, watching Tristan skillfully handle the chicken legs.

According to Tristan's advice to eat what one needed, it seemed that her dinner tonight would consist of this pot of chicken legs and chicken soup.

Tristan cast a sidelong glance at her. The woman's neckline was slightly loose, revealing delicate collarbones. Her long hair was gathered at the back of her head, exposing the fair skin of her neck.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and he quietly shifted his gaze away. "Sit on the sofa, be careful not to burn yourself."

Cynthia pouted, seemingly not hearing his words. She turned around, propped herself up on the table next to her, and casually sat down.

"Like this, isn't it better?" One of her legs swung idly as she looked at Tristan.