"Wasn’t it you who chose?" replied Summer Sutton.
Adrian Walyon was momentarily at a loss for words and shot her a cold glance.
Summer Sutton turned her gaze aside, ignoring his look.
She hadn’t said anything wrong.
"Let’s continue!" Adrian didn’t dwell on the matter; rather than tearing the dress, he opted to remove it.
Summer Sutton lifted her body slightly for his convenience, even cooperating actively.
Removing a piece of clothing, usually a simple task, ended up taking Adrian three times as long due to his awkward movements.
Adrian was struggling with this "dain meat." It was quite challenging.
Summer Sutton lay beneath him, completely relaxed and ready to let him have his way tonight. As Adrian leaned over her again, cold sweat broke out on his forehead from the pain.
Summer Sutton watched with concern, genuinely worried about his condition.
"Maybe we should stop?" They were already married; it wasn’t like they couldn’t do this anytime.
As she started to move out from beneath him, Adrian pushed her down onto the bed, gruffly throwing out, "Lie still!"
He spoke dominantly, almost fiercely, clearly set on his goal for the night.
Summer Sutton was startled by him and obediently lay back down.
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Adrian worked on taking off his suit pants.
Supporting himself with one hand on the bed, he used the other hand to undo his belt.
Even with both hands supporting his body weight earlier, he was already in pain.
Now, with all his weight on one arm, his face turned pale from the agony.
While lying beneath him, Summer Sutton felt sweat from his forehead drip onto her neck.
Summer Sutton couldn’t take it any longer; she feared his arm might truly become useless if it went on!
"Let me do it..." She climbed up from the bed, her face flushed, and straddled him. Summer Sutton leaned down and torn open his clothes...
The next day, since waking up, Summer Sutton’s ears stayed red as if they were on fire.
Adrian Walyon was in a great mood today, and unlike Summer, who didn’t dare to meet his gaze, he had a mischievous look on his face all day, fully satisfied.
The curve of his lips subtly lifted, holding this expression throughout the day.
Summer Sutton deliberately avoided his gaze today. When she got home, she pretended nothing had happened, trying hard to erase last night’s events from her mind.
Yet, someone kept reminding her from time to time, "We’ve been married for so long, and your skills still haven’t improved..."
His tone was light, full of teasing as he deliberately stretched his words.
He was chiding Summer Sutton for her lack of skill.
Summer was more than just unskilled; she was downright inexperienced!
But still, who was the person who was in a great mood all day today?
"So what?" Summer Sutton retorted. "Not everyone is a pro like you, okay?"
He made her take charge the entire time, and she had only done it once.
"No worries, I just meant there’s still plenty of room for improvement." Adrian chuckled, barely holding back a laugh.
Summer glanced sideways at him, feeling especially embarrassed about last night.
Thinking about the scene of her on top of him, her ears flushed red again.
"Who wants to improve in this kind of thing?" Summer Sutton scoffed at his remarks.
She wasn’t like him, constantly preoccupied with these matters.
"Isn’t this for a harmonious married life?" Adrian said, unabashed.
Summer Sutton was at a loss for words, unwilling to discuss such a shameless topic with him, and rushed into the bathroom.