Norris Moore turned her head and looked at him coldly, "Isn't it you who did it? If you don't feel ashamed, why should I feel ashamed?"
The collar of her dress was torn open, revealing most of her back and chest, soaked with water; the dress clung to her legs, revealing every curve of her body, the red marks on her body making her look completely ravished.
Was she really planning to go out like this?
Trenton Smith took a deep breath, took out his phone from his pocket, "I'll have someone send some clothes over."
"No need." Norris Moore waved his hand away, "I'll buy it myself."
Trenton Smith grabbed her arm, his voice low, "Norris Moore, stop playing around, okay?"
He sounded impatient.
