Norris whispered in his arms, "Put me down first."
Trenton Smith lowered his head and looked at her deeply.
"I might have been infected with AIDS." Her voice was very soft, and she was very calm. "I have a wound on my body, and one of those people is suffering from AIDS. I scratched one of them, and if he has the AIDS virus, I might already be infected. So, if you have wounds on your body, you better not touch me now."
"..."
Trenton felt his body gradually, gradually, cooling down.
In his stomach, it felt like a hand was slowly, tightly squeezing his heart.
He lowered his head and looked at the extremely calm expression on Norris's face, drew a slow breath, and then held her tightly.
McKinney White rushed in with a group of people, his clean face covered in sweat. "Treton, is Norris alright?" Even though he was the first to drive over, he was surprisingly overtaken by Treton, who was driving like a maniac.
