Rufus Swallow lifted his hand, gently pinching her chin and examining her face before chuckling lightly, "My third brother has been taking good care of you recently."
Norris Moore raised her hand to brush away his fingers, saying, "Let go."
Her complexion was just like the eternal night, with cold, aloof hints of ice and snow, her eyebrows were full of annoyance and impatience.
Rufus looked at her and teased with a meaningful smile, "Now you don't seem afraid of me."
Norris raised her head to look at him, "What should I be afraid of?"
The smile on Rufus's face deepened, "Exactly. I'm so gentle and considerate, you should love me. You shouldn't be afraid of me."
Norris was fed up with his frivolous and dissolute behavior, she was squeezed against the edge of the sink, the water from the countertop gradually soaking her clothes on her back, sticking to her body with a cold chill.
