Let Her Do Whatever She Wants Without Reservation

"What were you thinking just now?" Tristan's low, husky voice reverberated through his chest, reaching Cynthia's ears.It was like the steady beat of a drum, its rhythm stirring ripples in her heart.

She slowly lifted her head to meet his gaze, her eyes locking with his. "I was thinking... you're the person I would fall in love with, no matter how many times I meet you."

Some thoughts had been swirling in her mind for a while, but she wasn't sure how to express them. However, the moment she spoke, she realized it wasn't as hard as she had imagined.

Upon hearing her words, Tristan's heart seemed to be squeezed by something, not too tight but just enough to send a rush of warmth through his veins. His heartbeat started racing uncontrollably, and the blood within him seemed to boil in an instant.

His arms tightened around Cynthia's waist, as if he wanted to fuse her into his body.

Cynthia, worried he might hurt his injury, struggled slightly, asking, "How's your injury?"