She laughed softly, her eyes filled with a rolling smile and misty, emotionless light.
The two of them were very close, and the man stared at her as if he couldn't quite believe it.
But it was only then that Trenton Smith noticed that Norris Moore's body temperature hadn't risen at all.
His infatuation just now, and her cold body, seemed like a joke.
There was no feeling anymore.
Just like what she said now.
And she said it so matter-of-factly, so casually.
Her icy body perfectly conveyed the meaning of her words.
She had never been this cold while resisting him before; her body had always been very sensitive in his hands, not like this, not like today.
And today, after all his tenderness, her body was still stiff.
He raised his hand to hold her hand on his cheek, his gaze somberly falling on her face, and asked softly, "Do you really not love me at all?"
