Chapter 27. It Is Not Possible

The girl seemed to get the message and followed him to the couch. She knelt down on the carpet beside him. She looked up to his face to see his reaction. Her eyes were like two clear ponds without ripples, faintly tantalizing.

Tristan pulled his tie to loosen it and asked impassively, “What can you do?”

The girl blushed and asked softly, “What do you like?”

Tristan didn’t reply but just looked at her and gave no hint.

The long silence made the air solid, and the tension increased. The girl sighed lightly and reached her hand to his belt but didn’t loosen it. Her hand moved down across the smooth fabric.

She had very nice hands. They were suitable for playing the piano. Of course, they were suitable for doing what she was doing now too.

When her hand moved to one place, it covered and massaged softly. At the same time, she raised her head. Her nervous eyes now relaxed and had some expectations, like the eyes of a cat, animated and mysterious.