It was like soothing a child.
Trenton Smith wrapped his arms around her, laughed softly, and flipped over.
Norris Moore, pressed down by him, barely able to breathe, pushed him, "Stop it, didn't you say you wanted to sleep?"
Trenton Smith's voice was somewhat husky, "I want to do something else now."
"Stop it." Norris Moore's face visibly reddened, "Stop goofing around, or I'll get angry."
Trenton Smith didn't reply, sulking like a little kid.
Here he was, a patient, yet still stubbornly indulging in his wild thoughts.
Norris Moore simply didn't know what to say.
Actually, she was a bit speechless, especially seeing him like this, not knowing what to say.
Can't he just act normal?
Even injured, he still acted this way; what was he really thinking?
Couldn't he think like a normal person?
Especially since she found that when this man fell ill, he was just like a child, truly exasperating.
Looking at his dissatisfied expression, she sighed.