"Why didn't the previous honeymoon count?" Summer Ford rolled her eyes at him and walked over in a few steps.
As soon as she got close, Ethan Laurent stretched out his long arms and picked her up horizontally.
"Let's have the real wedding night first!" With a slight curve of his lips, he carried her into the house.
His words were purely nonsense.
The two hadn't had a wedding before, but the wedding night and honeymoon were very real.
Summer Ford still vividly remembers the pain of her limbs being so exhausted they were almost coming apart during that time.
However, later on, Ethan was much gentler.
Several times, when he was gentle, Summer almost felt like a young girl of sixteen or seventeen, almost getting deeply lost in it.
"Where do you want to be tonight?" As Ethan walked, he chatted with her, "The room? The living room? The bathroom? The balcony?"
His words were particularly shameless, yet he said them with a straight face.
