His kiss was very gentle, without any desire, more like a comfort.
His thin lips lightly brushed past her thick long eyelashes, kissed her moist eye corner, and paused there, doing nothing else.
Summer Ford didn't expect him to suddenly make this move, her body noticeably stiffened, raising her arm to try to push him away, but Ethan Laurent released her himself.
"It's late, go to sleep early." Putting down the utensils, his expression returned to its usual indifferent look.
Standing up, as if nothing had happened, he held her and went upstairs.
He did this move so naturally, as if the two of them had practiced countless times.
He held her using both arms to support her body, like holding a child, and as they went upstairs, they were face to face.
Being so close and meeting his gaze, Summer Ford felt a bit uncomfortable, especially staring at his excessively dazzling face.
Not wanting him to notice, she casually shifted her gaze away.
