Indeed, You Shouldn't Mess with Women!

Tristan swiftly pulled Cynthia into his arms, then lifted the curtain. The curtain immediately came to life, curling up with a burst of glass shards flying in all directions. With a sharp momentum, it lunged toward their opponent.

"It seems like I've just earned my fiancé another favor," Cynthia leaned against his chest, her eyes gentle as she gazed up at him.

Tristan's thin lips curled into a slight smile, leaning down to gently peck her lips. "You can owe me this time, but remember to repay me with interest next time."

His deep, cold voice was mixed with an ambiguous air, making it hard not to imagine the unspoken meaning behind his words.

Miley, entangled by a group of people, rolled her eyes so hard it seemed like they might flip to the back of her head.

At a time like this, how could these two still find the time to flirt with each other?!

"Watch out!" Just as the words were spoken, a long knife glinted in the darkness, its cold gleam aimed directly at Tristan.