Norris Moore felt a burning pain beginning to spread, and she shouted out in grievance, "Trenton Smith!"
"Hm?" The man responded indifferently, his warm breath brushing against her ear.
Norris pleaded with him quietly.
The sensation was truly unpleasant.
She couldn't see his face; her whole body was shrouded in his shadow, and the sense of dominance was overwhelming.
She attempted to turn around to face him, wanting to communicate directly, but the man pressed her shoulder down and said flatly, "Don't move."
She puffed up her cheeks, feeling slightly aggrieved. "You hit me so hard; it hurts!"
He seemed to chuckle softly and placed his large hand on her, his low voice teasing, "Should I rub it for you?"
Norris's face instantly turned crimson. She bit her lip and stayed silent for a long moment.
This… this guy... why, why is he becoming more and more shameless!
