Standing not far away, Bald Eagle watched the couple locked in an intense kiss, his face dark as if painted by Guan Yu. Unable to tolerate it any longer, he coldly said, "Stop it, you're going to rub your lips raw!"
Cynthia, taken aback, pushed Tristan away, her flushed face still carrying traces of lingering sweetness. Her voice, cold and tinged with irritation, asked, "What's the matter?"
Bald Eagle, forcing a smile, retorted, "Did you think I came here just to enjoy some dog food?!"
"Maybe," Tristan replied airily.
Bald Eagle: "!!!"
Damn it! This man is truly unbearable!
He swore he had never hated someone as much as he hated him right now!
Looking at Bald Eagle's visibly displeased expression, Tristan's eyes curved into a faint smile as he walked hand in hand with Cynthia toward the room.
As they brushed past, Bald Eagle clearly noticed Cynthia's slightly swollen, reddened lips.
Unable to hold back, he gritted his teeth, his fist clenched even harder in his pocket.
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