"Alright, hurry up and get clean, then come serve me!" Summer Ford urged.
Outside the room, Ethan Laurent slowly walked this way.
The door to the room where Summer and Tanya Dalton were was slightly ajar, allowing clear visibility of the scene inside from the outside.
As Ethan approached, he didn't hear anything else except the last few sentences between the two.
He never liked this kind of indecent conversation between her and Tanya, and upon hearing it, his face immediately darkened.
In his view, the fact that two women spoke such words was utterly shameless.
Lonely?
Get clean and serve me?
Ethan carelessly misunderstood their relationship.
Inside the room, Summer seemed unaware of his presence, lying on Tanya's bed, leisurely holding a bedside book and reading.
Her legs lifted, swaying lazily, her skin so fair it looked as if it emitted light, particularly at ease.
