"What's face?" Adrian Walyon answered her absentmindedly while doing his own thing.
When you're with your wife, what do you need face for?
Summer Sutton was so angry she almost wanted to curse him, but due to his sudden increase in intensity, her voice changed, and the words she was about to say turned into a soft moan.
Summer Sutton was extremely embarrassed, pulled over a pillow to cover her face, and simply didn't look at him.
Adrian Walyon messed around for a while, and after a few hours, both of them were drenched in sweat.
He scooped her up, carried her to the bathroom for another shower, casually pulled the messy sheets, replaced them with clean ones, tossed her into the quilt, and Adrian Walyon hugged her from behind.
"Yesterday, I was bothered so much by Mom, didn't want her to disturb the peace at Morning Garden, so I came back a bit late. Can we just let this go?" He pressed his chin on her head, took a deep breath of her hair scent, and softly kissed her strands.
