She walked hurriedly, her clothes not yet tidied, let alone watching where she was going.
With the sudden collision, Summer Ford's nose was hit painfully, and she let out a low moan, "Ah~"
Her voice was naturally pleasant, and when that syllable tumbled out of her small mouth, it was delicate and soft, reminiscent of the nightly whispers beneath him.
Seeing her outfit now, with her collar in disarray and her fragrant shoulder half-exposed, Ethan Laurent's gaze darkened, his thoughts inadvertently straying.
He was always one to act on his impulses.
Before Summer Ford could react to what was happening, his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her towards the big bed behind.
"Ethan Laurent, what are you doing?" Summer Ford had no idea what was happening, her small hand pressing against his chest, trying to resist. But he took her hand, wrapping her arm over his shoulder, his body bringing her down onto the bed behind them.
