The white shirt he gave her was obviously too big for her. As Norris Moore had a cup of milk, most of her shoulder was exposed. He leaned over and kissed it. Norris looked up at him. Trenton Smith looked at her for a while and kissed her lips.
Staring at him, Norris blinked and called out to him, "Trenton Smith."
Trenton Smith averted his gaze, walked over to sit on the sofa, lifted the lid and looked at the instant noodles. He told her, "Come eat."
Norris barefoot, got out of bed. She felt the floor was a bit damp and tiptoed over to sit next to Trenton, taking the fork he handed her, and tasted a bite of the instant noodles.
Trenton Smith sat next to her, also eating the instant noodles.
"You eat this kind of food as well?" Norris inquired, surprised.
Glancing at her, Trenton Smith said, "Your questions today are quite strange."
"I thought that a spoiled palette, such as yours, would not be accustomed to such common food."
