His words carried a faint trace of sarcasm, the corners of his lips pressed together in proud restraint, as if he were utterly confident.
As he said this, his gaze was fixed on the shell of Summer Ford's ear.
At some point, the skin behind Summer Ford's ears had already been stained with a faint blush, looking exactly like the shy expression of a girl.
Like this, the two of them really didn't look like it was force.
And his tone clearly hinted that Summer Ford would develop feelings for him later.
If both of them had feelings, how could that count as force?
Summer Ford was furious at his words. He was convinced she would react to him, so he was trampling on her weakness and doing whatever he wanted?
Summer Ford was so angry she wanted to hit him, but both her hands were restrained.
She glared at him fiercely for a long moment, then pushed herself up, and slammed her head hard into his chest. "Let me go!"
