"So noisy!" He stood up, took a few steps, and grabbed Summer Ford to leave.
"Where are we going?" Summer Ford looked up at him for a glance but didn't resist.
"Home." Ethan Laurent threw her two words and led her out of the imperial city without looking back.
Following behind him, Summer Ford was slightly astonished as she looked at him, savoring the words from his mouth. In that instant, she felt a peculiar warmth inside.
The night outside the imperial city was tranquil, with long streets quietly illuminated by the lights, and few cars on the road.
The white Lamborghini cruised slowly along, its convertible top open, letting the ocean-scented breeze gently whisk by, refreshing and invigorating.
Summer Ford had drunk a few glasses with Tanya Dalton inside, making her head slightly tipsy, her face flushed, resembling the shimmering hue of peach blossoms after a rain.
