"So do you want to continue or not?"
The three men who were asked in unison shook their heads.
“Then let go of your grip, Bella, Rena.”
The two cute boys took a deep breath before letting go of each other.
"Say sorry to each other." Marchelordered again, suddenly their eyes narrowed sharply.
"WHAT?!"
"Don't pretend you didn't hear you."
"I do not want to." Bella said looking away, his lips pursed like a duck.
"You think I would." Rena also said annoyed while crossing his arms on his chest.
Marchel Rolled his eyes in disgust to see the two men growing up but his behavior was like a kindergartner.
"Then get out, fight there near the beach. If you die, you don't have to bother taking care of your corpses because they were washed away by the waves."
"Mark!" Bella exclaimed, annoyed.
