In the hazy moonlight, Ethan Laurent's eyes, dark as ink, shone bright as if reflecting a starry sky.
The two were very close, her nose almost touching his.
Summer Ford quietly gazed at him, momentarily dazed.
With the corner of her eye, she peeked at her own hand, wanting to pretend as if nothing had happened and withdraw her hands and feet, but was caught off guard as her lower back was suddenly held by Ethan Laurent.
One hand clasped her waist, the other grabbed her delicate chin, and Ethan Laurent's lips aligned with hers and kissed her.
Summer Ford did not resist, letting him do as he pleased, and only spoke sleepily when he himself loosened his hold, "Go to bed early, hmm?"
She had fallen asleep and then woken up again, definitely feeling sleepy at this moment.
Wrapped in the sheets like a kitten, she yawned, with eyes that seemed to harbor pools of water, looking somewhat pitiful.
