Norris Moore opened her eyes in a daze and glanced at him with apparent impatience, "If I say I don't want to drink, I don't want to. Why are there so many questions?"
Trenton Smith fell silent for a moment, not saying anything else.
Soon, Norris felt Trenton's small movements.
His hands had started to misbehave again.
Norris sighed, tired of his relentless pestering; his varying actions were agitating her.
She took a deep breath, feeling his cool fingers, and furrowed her brows,"Trenton..."
His calm voice echoed from the darkness, "What's wrong?"
Norris remained silent, somewhat nervous.
She tried to act natural, but it was somewhat difficult to remain unaffected.
She was unsure her body could handle it.
And this man was relentless.
Trenton noticed her evasive gaze, leaned over, and kissed her lips, "Don't be afraid, close your eyes and enjoy, I'm here for you."
Enjoy, my foot!
Could this man not understand her current situation?
