Orlando raised his head and looked at her. His thin lips curved into a smile to curry favor with her.
Viola shot a glance at him.
She thought that he did need a lesson. She decided to take a practical move.
She stretched out her hand to him.
Orlando immediately untied the metal buckle and handed his belt to her obediently. Then, he turned his back to her.
Viola folded the belt in half. Her eyes were fierce. She raised the belt high and was about to throw a whip at the injured back.
But before the belt was waved, her gaze unconsciously stopped on the large burn on his back.
The wound was bloody and conspicuous. It can catch people's eyes easily.
He got injured while protecting her. If it weren't for him, the wound would be on her face.
When she thought of this, Viola's feelings were mixed. Her wrist seemed to be restrained by a mysterious force, and she couldn't swing the belt.