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.
