"I'm in a bad mood right now." Trenton Smith rubbed his temples, his threatening tone understated, "I don't know what I'll do if you keep talking."
"..." Norris Moore fell silent for a moment and turned to walk into the kitchen.
Trent Smith got out of bed and went into the bathroom. He had been sexually frustrated last night, too hot to sleep, and now he was suffering from a splitting headache. It was downright masochistic.
Norris Moore made some noodles, and when she came out of the kitchen, she saw Trenton Smith brushing his teeth with her toothbrush. She opened her eyes widely in disbelief: "You...!"
Trenton Smith rinsed his mouth emotionlessly, then glanced at Norris Moore: "I didn't mind using yours, but you mind, huh?"
"Toothbrushes and men should not be shared," Norris Moore pinched her fingers, "If you need to brush your teeth, I'll go downstairs and buy a new one for you."
