This time, she didn't need to move; he brought the glass to her lips and finished another cup.
"Here!" He raised his glass and poured another cup from his into hers, bringing it to her lips.
Summer Ford's head was already spinning. She stared at the wine glass but didn't take it, "Do you have some kind of intention?"
"What kind of intention do you think I could have?" Ethan Laurent replied with a question.
As he spoke, his breath flowed out with the gentle opening and closing of his lips.
Warm and gentle, with a hint of the rich aroma of wine.
Summer Ford's cheeks were warmed by his breath.
She slightly raised her face, watching him quietly, silently guessing the purpose of his arrangements tonight.
However, after thinking for a long time, she couldn't figure it out.
"I'm going to take a bath first!" Pushing him aside and standing up, Summer took the chance to escape while she still had some sanity left.
