"What's going on with your body?" He hugged her waist and pressed against her back, his deep voice caressing her ear, "You're so unresponsive? Hm?"
She never got wet until the end, making him doubt his own skills.
"I told you I'm exhausted today," Norris looked at him, "I'm not a whore, I can't just get wet when you want me to."
Trenton lowered his eyes, slightly furrowing his brows, and held her tighter without saying a word.
They stayed in the bathroom for quite a while taking a bath.
As Trenton came out of the bathroom, Norris was standing by the window, blow-drying her hair.
The window was open, making her figure look thin and frail, like a ghostly shadow without any substantial weight.
He walked over and brushed her long hair, asking softly, "What are you looking at?"
"The night is so deep." Norris looked up and smiled at him.
