Pulling Summer Sutton into the car, Summer Sutton seemed rather reluctant.
"I still want to go back and sing." Pushing open the car door, she seemed to want to get out.
Adrian Walyon pressed her hand down, quickly locking the car door.
"Be good, you can shout at home too, however you want to shout." He coaxed her like a child.
His implication was obvious.
Summer Sutton corrected seriously, "I mean sing!"
Adrian Walyon glanced sideways at her, his eyes lingering meaningfully on her for a while, and then murmured, "You can sing it out for me to hear too."
Summer Sutton had been talking about singing, while Adrian Walyon was referring to less harmonious moans and groans in bed.
The two weren't discussing the same thing at all.
Summer Sutton didn't understand what he meant, stared at him dazedly for a while, and decided not to discuss this issue with him.
Adrian Walyon slowly started the car.
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