Mars persisted in squeezing Vanylla. He continued to hug Vanylla tightly on his arm and breathe happily. He let go of her for a moment to check on Vanylla's face. She was pale, and there were few scratches. She also had other wounds.
"Tell me...are you okay, Angel? hmm, where are you hurt, baby?" Mars softly begged while panting and kept checking on Vanylla. The wind picked up and ruffled their hair. Mars had to get Vanylla onto the yacht so they could find a place to lean on.
"We have to leave out of here, okay!" Mars while holding Vanylla's cheeks. Vanylla reluctantly nodded without hesitation.
