I looked at his bare upper body and Luna in her revealing dress. My tone was mocking, "Oh? Taking care? Naked in broad daylight. Are you taking care in bed?"
Matthew's gaze dodged. He flatly denied it.
I squatted down, got close to the pretending Luna, and slapped her hard across the face.
"Didn't you say I hit you? If I don't make this slap real, I'll feel wronged!"
"You!"
I interrupted her, glanced mockingly at the exposed white skin of her chest.
"You deliberately dressed revealingly to seduce a married man. How cheap can you be."
As I squatted down, the black cloth on the urn in my arms slipped, revealing the black urn.
"Ah!"
Luna gave me a wicked smile, then deliberately screamed and kicked the urn over.
With a "bang," the urn described a parabola in the air. Then, it fell, shattering on the ground.
The grayish-white ashes scattered all over.
She jumped, darting into Matthew's arms. Her chest heaved as if she was terribly scared.
"Violet, because I exposed your act, and you targeted me and used this dead person's thing to scare me!
"Matthew, I was so scared!"