"Olivia..."
Olivia Smith opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say to make up for her unforgivable, inhuman actions.
"I'm sorry, Olivia, it's my fault, I shouldn't have done such a thing."
He raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face.
He didn't bother to defend himself; he remembered last night's events quite clearly.
At that time, he kissed her, and that scene was vivid in his memory. What followed, naturally, just happened.
The more he thought about it, the more inhuman he felt, and he kept slapping his face with no intention of stopping.
But Olivia quickly went up and grabbed his hand, stopping him, "Don't do this, it's not just your fault. I was drunk too last night, I..."
She pressed her lips tightly and her eyes reddened again, as if she was making a firm decision, and said:
"Second Brother, don't worry, I won't blame you. Don't let this weigh on your mind, just pretend... just pretend nothing ever happened."
