She avoided his gaze, a bit flustered, and ate a few bites of food before turning to look at him: "Dostic violence is illegal."
Henry Sullivan still had that wicked smile on his lips.
"I know, who’s committing dostic violence against whom?"
Ivy Miller was puzzled. If it wasn’t about dostic violence, then why did he have such a strange look, and that smile, so wicked.
The dinner was over in less than half an hour.
The warriors were organized by each squad leader to be taken back.
Henry Sullivan took her back to the dormitory, and her pace grew slower. He turned to look at her: "Why are you walking so slowly?"
"Ah? I..." she seed to rember sothing and pointed upwards: "Watching the stars."
"It’s cloudy tonight, no stars. I’d say it might rain soon, so let’s hurry up."
Saying so, he turned around, took two steps forward, grabbed her wrist, and started walking quickly back to the dormitory.
Ivy Miller got anxious: "Henry, I’m telling you, dostic violence is illegal."
"Dostic violence? You think I’m going to commit dostic violence on you?
No, how could I bear to commit dostic violence on a wife who dances so well."
Henry Sullivan spoke with a sarcastic tone, and she suddenly hugged the only tree on the playground: "I want to go ho."
"Too late, I’ll send a car to take you tomorrow."
"No, I want to go back tonight." She felt it, the murderous aura around him was heavy, she was scared.
Henry Sullivan looked around, seeing no one around, and with just two steps to go to the dormitory, he decisively picked her up horizontally.
Just as she was about to shout, he smirked: "If you dare to shout, tonight’s punishnt will be doubled."
Ivy Miller held his neck with a bitter expression, a bit worried: "Uncle, what exactly are you going to do to ?
Why do I feel like your gaze is about to eat soone?"
"You’ll know soon enough." He said as he pushed open the dormitory door and went in.
After locking the door, he carried her into the bedroom and threw her onto the bed.
Ivy Miller swallowed. Henry Sullivan leaned over her without even turning off the lights.
Only then did she understand that the so-called punishnt was this.
She had worried for nothing, feeling a secret joy, it wasn’t a punishnt, but enjoynt for her.
But three and a half hours later, she truly regretted it.
Because he had started torturing her for a fourth ti.
Indeed, it was torture, because she was exhausted, but he still wanted more.
As if he had injected chicken blood, his energy was so abundant that he didn’t seem like an ’old man.’
She really couldn’t take it anymore, reached out her hand to stop him, preventing his kiss from landing on her: "U-u-u... Uncle, can we talk?"
"When you were about to perform for everyone, you didn’t talk to first."
Ivy Miller’s little face fell even more: "I didn’t have ti then, can we now?"
He suddenly turned on the light, but his movents didn’t stop, she was extrely shy, covering her face: "Uncle, this is also violence, you know."
"Serving my wife, how could that be considered violence? Co on, didn’t you want to talk? Let’s talk while we continue."
"Uncle, this isn’t good for the body."
"It’s okay, I’m a soldier, my stamina is quite good, so you don’t have to worry about my health."
She pouted, she was worried about herself, right?
"Tell , what do you want to talk about?"
"Tonight was my fault, I won’t dare again next ti."
"What won’t you dare to do?"
Ivy Miller pretended to be pitiful: "I won’t dare to dance again, is that okay?"
She now regretted it a little, wondering what "shooting oneself in the foot" really ant.
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