"What's 'little lunatic'?" Norris Moore didn't know about the nickname Trenton Smith had given her.
She raised her hands to wrap around his neck, tiptoed to kiss his chin, her eyes hazy and carrying a few adorable hues, "We haven't played like this before, don't you really want to play?"
Her smile was faint, her lips and eyes both looked nice and charming, terribly tempting.
One look at her, and you knew what she meant.
"What do you mean now?" His tone was cold, with a hint of mockery, "Trying to make amends with your body?"
One look at this woman and you knew.
When had it ever been like this!
"Whatever you say." She bit her red lips, tossing her wet hair to one side and hugging his neck tighter, giving him a flirtatious smile, "Coming?"
Trenton Smith glanced at her, turned around with a cool look, and walked away.
What's the situation here?
He seemed very uninterested, such a strange man,
Norris Moore was somewhat confounded as she watched his retreating figure.
