Ethan Laurent was stirred by her aura, his heart felt as if a gentle hand had scratched it, suddenly a bit itchy.
Summer Ford lay on top of him, her breathing erratic.
The breath she exhaled carried a faint cocktail scent, the refreshing aroma of orange liqueur, very unique and pleasant. Her skin was covered with a layer of pink, like porcelain snow skin, mesmerizing like peach blossom petals drifting in the water.
In the bedroom, a gentle breeze blew through.
The subtle orange scent, as if fermenting, was blown around in the air, lingering in Ethan Laurent's nostrils, refusing to dissipate.
Ethan Laurent secretly observed her reaction, his eyes glanced over her face lightly, seeing through her abnormality at a glance.
"Been drugged?" His voice was very deep, with a lazy undertone compared to his previous indifference.
He said this with a casual tone, seemingly a bit amused, and didn't push her away.
"None of your business!" Summer Ford pinched the palm of her hand, avoiding looking at his face.
"But it seems you really need help!" Ethan Laurent raised his eyebrow, staring at her with a casual gaze.
Summer Ford's features were exceptionally delicate, her chin small, nose tip raised, skin white as snow, pure and radiant.
She didn't even need any embellishment, the stunning impact in an instant made her unforgettable.
A face like this is extremely beautiful, especially in this moment.
Ethan Laurent's gaze fixed on her cherry blossom-like moist lips, suddenly flipped and pressed her underneath.
His figure was very tall, about six foot one or two.
Summer Ford, a bit over five feet six, wasn't short among girls, but compared to him, she seemed so petite.
When he pressed down on her, her body was completely enveloped by his, a dense oppressive feeling swept over.
She raised her hand, wanting to struggle, yet in doing so, her body uncontrollably pressed closer to him.
Ethan Laurent gave her a sidelong glance, the corner of his lips subtly curling, his thin lips lightly brushing over hers.
His lips carried a slightly cool temperature, forming a stark contrast with her body heat.
Summer Ford's body visibly stiffened, something in her head like a fuse was lit, "boom," and uncontrollably exploded.
Wanting to get closer to him, to absorb more...
However, as soon as this thought emerged, her remaining rationality pulled her back.
Pushing him slightly, she distanced herself from him, turning her head, making an effort to restrain herself from looking at his face.
"Not bad self-control!" Ethan Laurent looked at her indifferently, his stunningly handsome face shedding its previous indifference, now even carrying a hint of playfulness.
This man is a scoundrel!
This was Summer Ford's evaluation of Ethan Laurent at this moment.
Did her current state amuse him?
Ethan Laurent wasn't bothered by her fiercely angry gaze, his large hand gripping her shoulder, pulling her into his embrace, he continued the conversation, "Now, first tell me, how did you get in just now? Tell the truth, and maybe later I can make things better for you!"
"When I arrived, your door was already open!" Summer Ford didn't understand why he suddenly asked this but answered truthfully.
"Oh? Such a coincidence?" Ethan Laurent's gaze deepened at her words, unsure if he believed her or not.