It was getting late, and the atmosphere on the terrace was dull.
Seeing that Viola was deep in thought with a frown, Ormand gently wrapped his arms around her shoulder and comforted her gently.
"Yes, you are right. Look at you. You were always on the move, shuttling through dangerous places because of this matter. You are getting much thinner. Since we already have new clues, just leave it to me and the National Bureau of Investigation. Honey, don't worry, okay?"
Viola didn't know how to console him. She could only hug him tightly and rub her cheeks against his neck.
A few seconds later...
Ormand did not say a word and held the back of her head.
He lowered his head and fiercely kissed her rosy lips.
Slowly, he reached into the thin blanket.
Viola moaned softly, and her body trembled uncontrollably.
And then, Ormand picked her up.
The soft blanket was dropped on the floor, covered with a layer of moonlight.