The man smiled wickedly and bully up.


    The night sky, dark clouds gradually dispersed, the moon hanging high, sprinkling a silvery gray moon, through the leafy woods, casting a dappled shadow.


    The jungle, insects and birds, a greenish-yellow fluorescent fireflies shuttle in the forest dance.


    The heavy breathing and soft chanting of the two were drowned in the cries of the insects.


    A secret summer night orgy, passionate and tense to the point of exhration and excitement.


    Since Vivian Mond’s cell phone was in the car, there were no calls to interfere with them.


    But things didn’t go well. Almost two hourster, Vivian Mond heard someone shouting her name in the distance.


    “Damn it!”


    Morris Cheal cursed angrily, “Go back and punish Trent stone. He broke my good deed.”


    “Poof… Trent stone is so wronged.”


    Vivian Mond was amused by Morris Cheal’s words.


    After two hours of lingering, Morris Cheal reluctantly released.


    He wrapped his arms tightly around her and leaned over to hug her, “Vivian, I’m leaving. Tomorrow, you should know what to do.”


    Vivian Mond rubbed her head against Morris Cheal’s chest and slowly closed her eyes, “I’m so sad to see you go.”


    “Don’t worry, I’ll look for you again sometime.”


    “Okay. But Morris, you must take good care of yourself and don’t let me worry, okay.”


    Vivian Mond hugged him a hundred times and kissed him on the lips.


    This time she was active, dominant, greedy and demanding, so deep was her love that she didn’t even want to let go.


    “There, good girl. It’s time for me to go.”


    He cupped her cheeks with both hands, dropped a kiss on her forehead, and admonished uneasily, “Remember, don’t trust anyone but Trent Stone. Including, Master Houghton.”


    Morris Cheal’s words meant something, and Vivian Mond didn’t ask.


    Rising with him and straightening her dress, she took Morris Cheal’s hand and watched the man turn away.


    The sped hands gradually withdrew from the palms of their hands, leaving only the touch of fingers against fingers, and finally the slightest warmth of the fingertips disappeared.


    In the darkness, Vivian Mond watched as Morris Cheal entered and disappeared.


    Her hot heart also became empty with his departure.


    Standing there, she could not see Morris Cheal’s shadow, and could only empty herself, trying to listen to the sound of his brush through the forest.


    Only when thest sound was gone did she look up at the night sky.


    The night sky, the stars are bright, the moon is like a mirror, the moonlight envelops the body but like a warm sun, let her heart warm.


    It’s beautiful, veryfortable.


    She took a deep breath, probably because the forest is lush and free of industrial pollution, so even the air carries a sweet scent, as if added with honey.


    Vivian Mond reached out and stroked her hair, straightened her clothes again, and trotted around the neighborhood, sweating as profusely as she could before running quickly in the direction from which the sound came.


    “Hoo hoo … Trent Stone, I’m here.”


    Getting closer to them, Vivian Mond shouted a few times.


    A few people there ran to Vivian Mond and Trent Stone followed, looking her up and down, “Youngdy, are you okay?”


    “Yes, they were too far away and it was nighttime, so I got lost. I almost couldn’t even get out.”


    She breathed heavily, crossing her waist with one hand and wiping the sweat from her forehead with the other, “Where’s Morris, did you save him? And Yoona Lee?”Content (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.


    Speaking of ‘Morris Cheal’, Trent Stone’s throat knot rolled, only to feel his throat dry and unable to speak.


    One of the people on the side saw that he did not speak, immediately spoke, “‘Morris Cheal’ he, he died. He was shot in the head. Probably just now was killed by a chaotic shooting. Youngdy, you … save your condolences …”