Summer Sutton's body was burning hot, like someone with a high fever of forty degrees.
Her cheeks were tinged with an unusual flush, just a glance, and Adrian Walyon guessed what state she was in now.
Carrying Summer Sutton into the car, he clicked the door shut.
"Summer, are you okay? Wake up!" Letting Summer Sutton rest her head on his lap, Adrian Walyon patted her cheek, fearing her condition was too serious, contemplating whether to take her to the hospital.
Summer Sutton's consciousness was hazy, her mind muddled.
After Adrian Walyon called her for a while, her heavy eyelids flickered open, staring at his chiseled, handsome face above for a long time without replying to him, she suddenly held his face and kissed him.
Adrian Walyon's gaze was momentarily frozen.
Summer Sutton explained nothing, her body pressed tightly against his, gently rubbing against him, kissing him, seemingly thinking it wasn't enough, she pushed him down onto the seat, forming a makeshift bed.
