Ethan Laurent didn't know what time she got up this morning, but seeing the vast changes in the living room, when he got up, she should have been up for several hours already.
Coming to her side, he quietly watched her in this state, his face getting a little closer to hers.
She was sleeping peacefully, with her long, dense eyelashes gently drooping, and her breathing was light and shallow.
Although this woman's behavior when awake was often very unpleasant, at this moment, she was still quite pleasing to the eye.
At this time, Summer Ford looked like a worn-out child, quiet and serene, hugging a large cartoon pillow in her arms.
Her features were really delicate, her face probably not even the size of his palm, her skin tender like petals washed by milk, her slightly parted pink lips seemingly carrying a kind of magic, enticing Ethan Laurent's lips to unwittingly approach hers.
However, just before he kissed her, her eyes suddenly flew open.
