Summer Ford was completely learning from him.
The way he used to kiss her, she returned it the same way.
He had just asked for it himself, he gave her the chance to do this!
"You taught me," Summer Ford glanced at him indifferently, feeling somewhat satisfied after retaliating.
Ethan Laurent's face was very cold, and the air between them seemed to suddenly drop several degrees; Summer Ford could only feel a chill down her spine.
She raised her head and silently observed Ethan Laurent's expression, trying to push away from him to escape from his embrace before he acted, but Ethan was faster, reversing to hook her waist and pulling her into his arms, pressing her against the sofa behind him, not correcting her words but coldly saying, "I've also taught you the gentle kiss, the lingering kiss, the deep throat kiss, and the rhythmic kiss..."
As his words fell, one kiss after another landed on Summer Ford's face.
From gentle to lingering, to dominant, and then to rough.
