"Let me help you apply it, this way the bruise will heal faster, okay?" She sat on his leg, negotiating with him.
Ethan Laurent had undergone so much training since childhood, such a minor injury actually meant nothing to him.
However, seeing her rare tenderness, he nodded unexpectedly.
Summer Ford took the ice pack and carefully applied it to the bruise on his forehead.
Her movements were gentle. The injury was caused by her, and she felt a tinge of guilt.
Ethan Laurent let her do as she pleased, quietly watching her.
Summer Ford's features were particularly delicate, her skin was very fair, and being this close, her face seemed to emit a faint luminescent glow, her beauty somewhat dazzling.
Neither of them spoke.
The atmosphere was silent.
However, this state had not lasted for two minutes before Ethan Laurent's unruly hand reached toward her clothes, disrupting it.
