She turned and went into the bathroom.
Trenton Smith stood still, slowly closing his eyes with patience, steadying his breathing.
Then he walked over and reopened the door.
The corridor lights were still very bright.
Rufus Swallow hadn't left. He was leaning against the wall, smoking. Seeing him come out, he slightly raised an eyebrow, showing a somewhat intrigued expression.
Trenton Smith walked over, stood in front of him, then raised his hand, and before Rufus could react, he threw a punch at his face.
Rufus's cigarette fell to the ground. He staggered backwards, blood seeping out of the corner of his mouth. He licked the bloodied part with the tip of his tongue. Looking at the grave man in front of him, he let out a merry laugh.
"What's wrong? Can't stand the fact that I only kissed your little whore?"
Trenton Smith's pupils contracted slightly. A trace of ruthlessness flashed across his face. He struck again, but this time, Rufus was able to block it.
