She felt herself gently placed on a soft quilt, Norris Moore was a bit uncomfortable, rolling around and was held down by someone.
"Go away." She struggled, not liking being held down by someone.
Looking at her, Trenton Smith held her, frowning slightly. Apparently, this woman had drunk too much and was too intoxicated to recognize the situation.
"Norris, behave yourself and stop wriggling around." The man warned, his voice low and deep.
Hearing these words, the woman bit her lip tightly, feeling wronged. She was already uncomfortable, and suddenly being chided, tears involuntarily flowed out.
"You're being mean to me, you're actually being mean to me." Norris accused, tears streaming out, obviously not expecting the woman to cry.
"I wasn't mean to you." This time, he spoke patiently, "You just tossed around too much."
Norris sobbed, her dry mouth smacking, "I want to drink water, I want to drink water."
