Summer Ford was startled, the hand resting on his shoulder fell down.
Ethan Laurent's gaze was fixed on her face, scanning it inch by inch with an excruciatingly slow speed, finally resting on her cherry-blossom beautiful lips.
One hand held her head, and his face moved towards hers.
Summer Ford's body stiffened slightly, but she did not push him away.
Ethan Laurent's lips covered hers, lightly sucking and kissing her lips, stroking the place where they had just touched with his fingertip, his lips curled into a handsome smile.
Summer Ford's face showed a slight discomfort, and she pushed him away and rose from the water.
"I'm a bit hungry, I'll go prepare lunch." She turned her head to inform him, then turned and went into the house.
Ethan Laurent leisurely followed behind her, entering the villa together. They returned upstairs, changed into clean clothes, and Summer Ford wanted to go to the kitchen, but he held her wrist, "Let's handle it outside!"
