If there's any problem, let's clarify it, so living together will be more relaxed.
At least, it won't bring her any unnecessary trouble.
Ethan Laurent stood with his back to her, his spine straight. She couldn't see the expression on his face, but somehow she faintly sensed that the indifference he carried seemed to dissipate a bit.
Summer Ford cautiously watched his reaction, then added, "Nothing happened between us just now."
Ethan turned his body to face her, glanced at her face, took a few steps to her side, stared at her cherry pink lips for a moment, hooked her waist with one hand, and pulled her into his arms. As Summer's gaze seemed momentarily frozen, he bent down, and suddenly captured her lips with his own.
His action was very rough, it wasn't a kiss, it was a bite.
Lips locked onto hers, tearing fiercely, sucking, drawing, making her lower lip dry and cracked, reddened, a bit swollen.
"Ethan Laurent, what are you doing?"
"It hurts!"
