Trenton Smith looked down as he cut the meat for her: "It seems like you really want me to take care of her."
Norris Moore chuckled softly: "It has nothing to do with what I think. It depends on your initiative. When have you ever considered my feelings?"
Trenton sliced the beef with a single stroke, his tone somewhat cold: "I thought you wouldn't want this mouth of yours either."
"What, are you going to cut off my mouth or sew it up?" She raised her head and glanced at him coldly, her tone somewhat provocative, "Did I say something wrong?"
Trenton tasted a bite of the steak, glanced at Norris's lips, moved closer, and forcefully bit her lips.
"Trenton Smith, are you a dog?"
The man lowered his head to drink a sip of soup, his tone faint: "If I am a dog, what are you? A little bitch?"
Norris rolled her eyes at the sky, ignoring him.
After eating this overly sumptuous breakfast, Trenton held Norris on the couch as they watched her play games.
