After Norris Moore finished washing up, he came out of the bathroom and saw Trenton Smith still standing by the window looking at the glass.
The name she had absentmindedly written on the glass with her hand had already been covered by steam, leaving only mottled water stains on the window. She walked over, picked up the tie from the side, and raised her hand to stand in front of the man to help him tie it.
Trenton lowered his head, observing her well-behaved and gentle eyebrows and eyes. Her bathrobe was loose, and from his angle, hecould see her slender and beautiful collarbone and her soft and full chest, with his teeth marks and traces of his fingers kneading them. It didn't hurt, but it was very ambiguous.
With a slight shift of his gaze, he could see the hickey he had left on her earlobe last night. The delicate purple-blue marks flowed down from her fair earlobe, to her neck and back. It was mottled and dense, exuding a provocative atmosphere.
