Trenton Smith took the milk and took a sip.
Watching his movement, Norris Moore breathed a small sigh of relief.
She couldn't help but smile, and softly said, "Mr. Smith, I'll leave now."
Trenton Smith gave a faint response: "Mm."
When Norris returned to the bedroom, her body had already heated up.
She poured herself several cups of cold water to drink, but it couldn't counter the heat surging from her limbs.
By the time Trenton Smith came in, she had already collapsed on the bed.
The man's face was gloomy, and looking at the collapsed Norris, he walked over to her, pinched her face and gritted his teeth, "What did you put in the milk?!"
Norris was already mentally befuddled; her body had a low drug tolerance, and the medication was too strong, rendering her completely limp.
Her voice was extremely aggrieved.
Trenton Smith just wanted to strangle her.
Norris had been clinging to him all night.
He had no idea how much medication she had given him.
