She seemed completely ready, her back straight like she was going to face execution rather than dedicating herself.
Summer Sutton felt that the slow anticipation was too torturous, and it would be better to just start quickly and finish quickly.
Adrian Walyon squinted his eyes, studied her for a moment, and casually uttered, "In such a rush?"
Summer was indeed eager, eager to get through tonight quickly.
Without acknowledging his words, she suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck...
There was a faint smell of alcohol on her, intoxicating like the scent of Blue Bell on her.
Summer was somewhat forceful as she wrapped her arms around him, moving her face closer to his.
At this moment, she was stubborn like a child, and her actions were even somewhat amusing.
Adrian was briefly at a loss with her, without offering any response.
With a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, he continued to eat casually.
Finding the taste quite good, he even let out a satisfied sound.
