Levin and Wendy shouted in unison, but they were both immersed in their own obsession that they failed to notice.
The tears at the corners of Wendy's eyes rolled down her cheeks.
Under the hazy moonlight, the two embraced each other.
The next day.
When Levin opened his eyes, Wendy's delicate face appeared before his sight. He had been a little drowsy, but now he was fully awake.
"Why are you here?"
"You're drunk." Wendy wrapped herself in a blanket.
"Wendy, don't tell me you really think that I don't remember anything that happened." Levin didn't believe her words one bit.
"Levin, I admit that not all men and women have to become lovers. But I really have no choice. I need your help." Wendy looked up again, her eyes dripping with tears. .
"If that's what you want, then don't blame me for being too merciful." Levin smirked.