After a long moment,
Tristan Grayson finally said, "Since we're... then we need to be open about it from now on... Got it?"
"Mhm..." Mika Summers was in no mood to discuss the details of any of this with him right now. Her head was still spinning.
Hearing this, a handsome smile spread across Tristan Grayson's lips.
Mika Summers's face flushed. She glared at Tristan Grayson, embarrassed and annoyed. "What... what are you doing?"
"What do you think?" Tristan Grayson retorted, gently pecking her cheek.
"..." Mika Summers froze when Tristan Grayson casually kissed her. She stared at him, her eyes filled with a storm of complex emotions.
'Just this morning, I was so repulsed by Tristan Grayson. But now... I don't feel repulsed at all. I'm even... secretly looking forward to something...'
'I'm so pathetic. So disgusting.'
'I knew I shouldn't be doing this. I knew that in the end, it would only drag me into an abyss, but I just couldn't control myself.'
