Chapter 697: Chapter 397: Tonight was my fault, I won’t dare to do it again next time.
She avoided his gaze, a bit flustered, and ate a few bites of food before turning to look at him: "Domestic violence is illegal."
Henry Sullivan still had that wicked smile on his lips.
"I know, who’s committing domestic violence against whom?"
Ivy Miller was puzzled. If it wasn’t about domestic 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 seemed to remember something 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, domestic violence is illegal."
"Domestic violence? You think I’m going to commit domestic violence on you?
No, how could I bear to commit domestic 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 home."
"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 punishment will be doubled."
Ivy Miller held his neck with a bitter expression, a bit worried: "Uncle, what exactly are you going to do to me?
Why do I feel like your gaze is about to eat someone?"
"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 punishment was this.
She had worried for nothing, feeling a secret joy, it wasn’t a punishment, but enjoyment for her.
But three and a half hours later, she truly regretted it.
Because he had started torturing her for a fourth time.
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 me first."
Ivy Miller’s little face fell even more: "I didn’t have time then, can we now?"
He suddenly turned on the light, but his movements didn’t stop, she was extremely shy, covering her face: "Uncle, this is also violence, you know."
"Serving my wife, how could that be considered violence? Come 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 me, what do you want to talk about?"
"Tonight was my fault, I won’t dare again next time."
"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 meant.