Cecilia Vaughn blinked her big eyes, looking at the other party with a face full of longing.
"Young Master Tiberius... can you help me untie this?"
If Tiberius Trent started getting handsy right away, that would be even more troublesome.
The only worry now is that this idiot might start yelling, attracting unnecessary trouble.
So the most important thing is to first ease the enemy's vigilance and then strike with one fatal blow.
...
The pleading look on Cecilia's face was both pitiful and adorable. Such a sorrowful expression, no man driven by lust could resist.
Tiberius Trent, stirred by Cecilia's pleading voice, felt a surge of heroic masculinity, as if he were some great hero come to save a damsel in distress.
"Sure, it's just untying a rope."
As he was about to touch the knot, Tiberius saw Cecilia's soft expression. Remembering the stories he'd heard about her on TV and Weibo, he suddenly became wary and hesitant.
