Norris looked at him as he reached out his hand toward her, and she immediately got goosebumps all over. "You… you're not planning to go again, are you?"
It's already dark!
This guy, why is his stamina so freakishly insane?
Aren't men supposed to decline in this department after turning thirty?
Could all those medical reports be fake?
Trenton's hand landed on the top of her head, ruffling Norris's messy hair. His tone was calm and casual: "If you want to, I don't mind keeping you company again."
"…" Norris stayed silent for a while, then raised her head and said with resentment, "If you keep going, you won't have a wife anymore."
If he kept this up, she was absolutely going to die in bed because of him.
At this point, she didn't even feel like the lower half of her body belonged to her anymore.
She seriously doubted whether she'd be able to get out of bed tomorrow.
Trenton patted her head, his tone brutally cold like an executioner's: "Serves you right."
