The moon hung high in the sky.
The silvery light spilled onto the balcony.
The young man held the woman's shoulders, with their heads bowed and red lips pressed tightly together.
Time seemed to stand still.
Rolana's mind went blank, confused about what to do next.
Suddenly, Rolana felt something was wrong.
Her chest felt cool, and then a large hand grasped it.
Her eyes widened, and her face changed color instantly.
A dark red spear appeared beside her.
She initially wanted to stab it towards him but, fearing she might kill him, she let it dissipate and replaced it with a fist.
The fist didn't come crashing down; it turned into an open hand.
While she hesitated,
her blouse had been undone, and her chest had been touched for a while now.
The movements were skilled, almost excessively so.
Annoyed, she planted a knee between them and then kicked him.
Bang!
A muffled sound, and Fang Hao felt as if he had been hit by a cannonball.
