Ethan Laurent frowned, slapped her hand aside, "Continue."
It wasn't that he didn't like her touching his hair, he just didn't like her doing it like she was playing with Dolly.
Summer Ford pouted, applied the shampoo, massaged him a bit, and efficiently rinsed his hair clean.
After the two fussed around in the bathroom for a while, Ethan Laurent's hair was dried with her help.
Ethan Laurent lazily lay on the sofa, enjoying her service. After maintaining a stern face all afternoon, rare hints of joy appeared.
Summer Ford was very close while wiping his hair, almost leaning into him completely, and Ethan Laurent could smell her subtle fragrance.
Soft jade and warm fragrance in his arms, teasing him to feel a bit ticklish in his heart.
He raised his eyes and glanced at her, stretched out his long arm, and suddenly pulled her into his arms.
With just one action, Summer Ford was slightly stunned, yet she didn't resist.
Her acquiescence, to him, was undoubtedly indulgence.
