"Maxim Sinclair, don't you think what we're doing is really meaningless?" Summer Lowell's hands hung limply at her sides, her chin resting on Maxim Sinclair's shoulder, with a wry smile in her voice. "I can't even figure out why you use such despicable and low methods to keep me by your side, for what purpose?"
"You still don't understand my heart? Only when you're by my side can my heart settle down, only by looking at you do I feel like an emotional person." Maxim Sinclair turned his head and gently kissed her hair. "Weren't we great before? You could be like you were then, act coy with me, throw little tantrums, instead of acting like a puppet with no vitality like now."
