Trenton Smith woke up when it was still dark outside.
He turned his head and saw the trembling figure of Norris Moore on the ground.
She was getting dressed with her back to him.
Under the dim light, her disheveled hair was draped over her back, still marked by the traces of his uncontrollable kisses during their passionate encounter.
The mottled marks looked seductive now.
The dress she wore yesterday had been torn by him. She didn't have much to wear, so she put on his shirt. But her hands were trembling so badly that she failed to button it several times.
Trenton Smith silently sat up and picked up a lighter from the bedside table. The click startled the woman nearby. Startled, she turned around. Trenton Smith lifted his head and his eyes met hers.
Norris Moore's face was covered in tears, her eyes swollen red. When she saw him, she couldn't help but raise her hand and fiercely slap him: "Trenton Smith, you're so shameless!"
Trenton Smith slightly turned his face.
