A Continuous Stream of Flirtatious Talk

But the two quickly sensed something unusual.

The air was laced with nitrous oxide, also known as laughing gas, a colorless and sweet-smelling gas.

The haze in Cynthia's eyes dissipated somewhat as she looked down from her elevated position at Tristan.

It was obvious that Tristan had also noticed the strange smell in the air. His fingers lightly twirled a strand of Cynthia's hair that had fallen over her chest. His eyes narrowed slightly, a faint, unclear coldness flickering within.

As their gazes locked, an intriguing, unspoken tension passed between them.

"It seems like we have guests coming tonight." Cynthia covered her mouth and nose with her clothing, gathered the long hair that had fallen behind her shoulders, and then swung her legs off the bed. Her red lips curved into a cool, thin smile. "Introducing something like this into the ventilation system—quite an inventive mind."