This sentence sounded incomplete.
But Rocky quickly understood her meaning.
"No rabbit ears." His handkerchief was already stained with blood and pitifully dropped on the ground, "Next time—"
At this point, he paused, and his tone seemed softer, "There will be no next time."
Such painful and injuring occasions should no longer happen.
Roy insisted on asking, "Will there be no rabbit ears either?"
The soft silk brushed across the sensitive inner thighs, bringing a paralyzing sensation. Rocky's lips pressed into a hard line, and after a moment, he answered her, "There will be."
Roy leaned over, her cheek brushing against his ear, feeling the slight warmth and coolness.
"That's good."
She murmured, her pale eyelashes covering her pupils, her face showing quiet fatigue. "Brother, I want to go home."
Half of Rocky's body was stiff, his bare back appearing transparently white under the light.
He discarded the crumpled shirt and reached out to embrace her.
"Alright."
