Pretending to sleep, Summer Lowell had no choice but to open her eyes, looking at Maxim Sinclair, who was pressing on her: "You've been so busy lately, go to sleep early and stop fussing around."
"It's precisely because I'm tired that I need some effective exercise besides sleeping," Maxim slowly lowered himself, lightly biting Summer's earlobe, warm breath cascading past her ear. "Looks like you're not sleepy at all, how about we tire ourselves out a bit before sleeping?"
Not wanting to fuss more, Summer pushed against his chest, turning her head to the side, her face full of refusal: "But I'm really tired, I just want to sleep now."
"Lying again, you know I can tell when you're lying, right?" Maxim pulled the blanket up, silencing Summer's words of protest.
...
In the morning, Summer was dragged downstairs by Maxim to have breakfast.
Summer's protests were of no use all the way down.
