CHAPTER 278: CHAPTER 278: DISSONANT RHYTHM

His kiss carried a subtle coolness, as clear as spring water.

Summer Sutton didn’t know when it started, but she slowly began to like this feeling.

The feeling his kiss gave her.

She stared at him, her body stiffened for a moment.

They were still in the snack bar, but Adrian Walyon didn’t care about the people around and, after kissing Summer Sutton, had no intention of pulling away.

One arm hooked around her neck, pulling her closer, seemingly wanting to deepen the kiss.

Summer glanced around, her complexion slightly unnatural.

"Let’s go back first!" Considering the number of people in the shop, she reminded him.

"Alright." Adrian Walyon gently curved his lips, ignoring the pile of food that had just been delivered to the table, pulled her up, and led her out of the shop.

Once outside, they hailed a cab and headed straight for the hotel.

Opening the door and entering the room, as soon as the door was closed, Adrian lifted Summer Sutton up, pinned her against the wall by the door, and found her lips with his own.

Neither of them had dinner; they’d just ordered a bunch of food. They could have eaten and left, but when Adrian Walyon wanted to indulge, nothing else mattered.

Summer Sutton was actually very hungry at this moment, but today she was very cooperative with him. Her mind even surged with a desire to go wild with him for once.

Tilting her slender, fair neck to facilitate his kisses, Summer wrapped her arms around his sturdy body, her soft hand slipping under his clothes, exploring along his muscles for a while, then burying her face in the crook of his neck, holding him gently.

"Summer, help me take off my clothes!" Adrian Walyon requested while kissing her.

At this moment, Summer Sutton was exceptionally obedient. Despite her utterly flushed face and apparent awkwardness, she still lifted his sweater, taking off his clothes and tossing them aside.

Adrian Walyon cherished this side of her so much, kissing her against the wall for a while. Perhaps fearing she’d feel uncomfortable, he carried her towards the bed.

Summer Sutton was a frugal person, and it was she who had brought Adrian Walyon to the hotel she chose.

A very ordinary hotel, with no high-end facilities, naturally the room was simple too.

The bed was quite small, probably only meant for one person, and the bed frame seemed rather fragile.

When their bodies fell onto the bed together, the sound of the bed shaking could be clearly heard.

The odd sound made Summer Sutton’s already red face even more flushed.

Adrian Walyon gave her a meaningful glance and teased, "Do you like this rhythm?"

"Of course not!" Summer Sutton blushed as she tried to defend, "When I booked it, I didn’t know it was like this."

"Is that so?" Adrian Walyon’s lips curled into a faint smile, not arguing with her on the matter.

Burying his face, he focused on what he was doing.

Every move he made, the bed echoed with sound.

Again and again, as if there was truly a rhythm to it.

The heat on Summer Sutton’s face never faded throughout.

This discordant sound persisted for several hours, and by the end, Summer Sutton was both exhausted and sleepy.

Adrian Walyon gently picked her up, carefully dressing her piece by piece, and lightly patted her cheek, "Don’t sleep, we haven’t even had dinner yet!"

Summer Sutton was indeed starving by now, but she was so tired that she didn’t even open her eyes.

Adrian Walyon gazed at her for a while and casually remarked, "With stamina like this, you still think you can wear me out?"