Her kiss was gentle, like a light drizzle, cautious as if carrying an unspoken heartache.
The man’s body visibly trembled for a mont, and Sumr Sutton could clearly feel his stiffness.
Instinctively wanting to push her away, yet his hand, already lifted, froze in mid-air.
Why could he feel the intense bitterness in her kiss?
Sumr Sutton was still kissing him, arms wrapped around his waist, body pressed against his, kissing all the scars on his body.
Actually, the injured parts of the man’s body, aside from his leg, had long ceased to feel.
Sumr Sutton’s kiss didn’t really alleviate the pain, instead it was like a fla, igniting him bit by bit.
Sumr’s face was still buried in him, her attention absorbed by his scars, and at first, she didn’t notice anything.
But as she continued kissing, she suddenly felt the bathroom getting warr.
Above her, the man’s breathing was a bit heavy. Lifting her face, eting his gaze, she was struck by the deep, dark look in his eyes, as if gently tapped on the head.
She was a bit dazed, montarily forgetting to react.
The two of them just quietly stared at each other.
The man stared at her for quite a while.
In Sumr Sutton’s surprised gaze, his face slowly leaned closer.
Sumr sensed what he intended to do, her heart thumping.
She felt a bit nervous, with a hint of anticipation.
Tightening her hold around his waist, she nervously twisted her fingers, closing her eyes, ready to receive his kiss.
But just as his lips were about to touch hers, he suddenly halted abruptly.
"You should leave now!" He straightened his body, lifting his face, and his tone returned to indifference.
All of Sumr Sutton’s passion seed doused with a bucket of water, snuffed out in an instant without a trace.
She glared at him fiercely, turned, and headed out of the bathroom.
Her mood was clearly unpleasant, and as she reached the door, she even kicked it a few tis.
Bang!
The sound of the door closing was loud, and the louder the noise, the heavier her discontent.
Discontent over what?
Not being kissed?
The man quietly watched her like this for a while, his thin lips seemingly twitching slightly.
After Sumr Sutton left, he stayed inside for a bit longer, finished showering, and when he ca out, she was still there.
Sumr Sutton seed to have no intention of leaving tonight, standing by the bed, tidying up the sheets for him, then taking another sheet from the wardrobe and heading to the sofa in the room.
As a woman, she was quite accommodating, able to sleep anywhere.
She placed the sheet on the sofa, and without the man needing to say a word, she lay down, wrapped herself in it, and fell asleep just like that.
So naturally, as if this room wasn’t his, but hers.
In less than ten minutes, she was even snoring lightly.
She must have been exhausted, taking care of a man with an inconvenient leg injury, and with her tiny fra, it probably took all her strength to help him upstairs, sleeping deeply and soundly.
The man actually intended to ask her to leave, but he hadn’t expected her to fall asleep so quickly.
Raising his hand, he gave her a slight push, "Wake up!"
Sumr Sutton hugged the blanket, still sleeping, not responding to him.
"Wake up!" The man called to her again.
Sumr still didn’t respond, turning onto her side, her head buried under the sheet, sleeping soundly.
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