"Choose!" Ethan Laurent calmly brushed away the pillow that flew towards him, glancing at her face without any intention of letting her off.
Summer Ford climbed up from the ground, trying to retreat. She had barely taken two steps when Ethan Laurent's towering figure lunged directly at her—
"Seems like you still prefer this way!" Pressing his body down on hers, he thoroughly enveloped her, and his hand once again reached for the hem of her clothes.
This time, instead of just pulling up, he went for tearing.
Summer Ford's face turned pale and then red, and in the struggle, she inadvertently touched a button on her phone, causing the screen to light up.
The phone was being pressed down by Summer Ford, she didn't notice it, nor did Ethan Laurent. Leaning down, his lips aimed for hers once again.
