It must be due to the habit cultivated by Alex Miller's pampering, no matter who held her, she always held a languid posture.
Trenton Smith looked down at Norris Moore lying obediently in his arms, her eyes half-closed like a beloved cat, exuding a lazy demeanor.
Trenton Smith carried her upstairs into the bedroom.
Norris Moore sat on the bed, tilting her head up to look at the man standing in front of her.
He noticed her gaze and looked down at her.
Then, he slowly leaned over and with his hand, he gently touched the corner of her lips.
The chill of his fingertips sent a shiver through Norris Moore, she looked down at his pale fingertips, hearing Trenton Smith ask her, "Has Charles Green ever kissed you?"
"..." She looked up, batting her eyes at Trenton Smith.
Seeing her silence, his expression subtly sank, pondering what she might be thinking.
