Ethan Ainsley could not withstand her antics, yet he could not reject her constant advances.
He held down her small hand, his voice dropping slightly, "It's very late."
"I know."
The little girl didn't think much, at this moment she simply wished to be closer to him, coupled with guilt in her heart, she hoped this would appease him.
Ethan wanted her to get up, she didn't move, he didn't have the heart to push her.
Just like this, with her pressing down, his desires began to surface.
Unfortunately, this little girl was oblivious, and unintentionally stoking the flame. He held her waist to stop her from wriggling, "Tell me, why did you run all the way from Sea City? And why did you bring trouble upon yourself?"
The little girl nestled her face on his shoulder, her voice soft, sweet and irresistible. She playfully asked him, "Tell you... to whom should I tell both?"
Ethan looked down at her.