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The dormitoryās grooming area was quite large.
Beyond the area for washing faces and brushing teeth, there were separate partition rooms for showering.
Every floor had one, but due to the number of people, the usage time for each person was rather short.
Daisy Zane and Amelie Quentin waited outside for a while and entered two adjacent partition rooms.
As Daisy undressed in the partition room, she accidentally caught a glimpse of a red mark on her shoulder.
It was very noticeable on her fair skin.
Her movements halted as she looked at the red mark on her left shoulder, her thoughts suddenly drifting far away.
It had been left by Harton Clark in the car.
His heavy panting seemed to linger in her ears even now.
She had told him not to mark her neck since she had a show to record, so he had pulled down her shirt and kissed her shoulder instead.
She could feel how Harton Clark struggled to control himself at that moment, almost losing control.
āDaisy Zane, is it inconvenient for you to use your hand?ā Amelie Quentin hadnāt seen her turn the showerhead on from the partition next door and asked.
Daisyās eyelashes trembled, and she returned to her senses, grabbing her right hand and saying, āNo.ā
āOh. Then you should hurry up and wash,ā Amelie Quentin said.
āMm.ā
Daisy Zaneās grooming was very fast, and Amelie Quentin, to save time, also washed quickly. When she heard Daisy turning off the showerhead, she hadnāt even dried her hair yet, so she quickly wrapped it, put on her pajamas, and went outside.
āDonāt rush,ā Daisy Zane said.
āIām not in a hurry,ā Amelie Quentin replied before glancing at her hand and hurrying back. āHurry up.ā
Daisy Zane looked at the impatient girl and chuckled softly to herself.
Because Amelie Quentin was in such a rush, her pajama buttons were not properly fastened. Since her left hand was holding her wrapped hair and she was walking hastily, her pajama top slid down after a few steps.
Daisy Zane followed her at a leisurely pace.
As soon as Amelie Quentinās clothes slid down, she noticed.
Then she looked at her left shoulder and narrowed her eyes.
The young girlās skin was tender, so white that it seemed to reflect light slightly.
Thus, when a hint of red appeared on her left shoulder, it was particularly striking.
It looked like a tattoo, but only two points were visible, with the majority covered by her clothes. The full design was not visible.
The young girl apparently had a tattoo.
With this thought, Daisy Zane moved her left shoulder.
Upon entering the dormitory, Amelie Quentin set down her belongings and checked the time. There were still ten minutes left before lights out. She immediately walked to Daisy Zaneās side and asked, āWhereās your medicine?ā
Daisy glanced at her hair, āDry your hair first.ā
āApply the medicine first.ā
āMm,ā Daisy Zane agreed, āyou dry your hair, and Iāll apply the medicine. No conflict there.ā
āHow can you apply it by yourself?ā
Daisy took the medicine out of her drawer, placed it on the table, and opened the alcohol first. Then she tore a cotton swab, soaked it with alcohol, and wiped her arm, āLike this, by myself.ā
Amelie Quentin, who was usually pampered at home when her hand got hurt, was speechless: āā¦ā¦ā
āGo dry your hair.ā
āOh.ā
Amelie Quentin changed towels and stood next to Daisy Zane again. While drying her hair, she watched Daisy apply medicine to herself.
Just as she finished applying the first ointment, the other dormitory residents returned from their grooming.
The two other students first noticed her arm and immediately crowded around her, āWhat happened?! How did you get hurt so badly?!ā
Indeed, her arm was swollen and red at noon. Now it was even more frighteningāpurple, red, and swollen.
āI accidentally tripped and fell.ā
Celeste Martin and Serena Buster also came over. As soon as Serena Buster saw the injury, she froze for a moment.
Celeste Martin frowned at her arm and hand, āDid you injure your arm too?ā
āMm,ā Daisy Zane replied softly.
āDaisy Zane, where did you fall from? How did you fall like this?ā Serena Buster reacted and said, āIt must be very painful.ā
Daisy Zane casually applied the second type of medicine to herself. In that manner, it seemed like she completely disregarded her injured arm.
It made people wince just looking at her.
As if she herself felt nothing.
āBe gentle.ā Olivia Lane and Serena Buster spoke up simultaneously.
Daisy Zane looked up at them and said, āYouāre blocking the light.ā
Several people:
Seeing that they did not move, Daisy Zane said again, āLights out in five minutes.ā
Everyone immediately dispersed, rushing to pack up their things.
But Serena Buster didnāt hurry to leave and got closer to look at Daisy Zaneās hand again, āAre you sure youāre alright? The swelling is really severe. Did it injure the tendons?ā
āNo.ā
āOh.ā Serena Buster took another look before getting ready to pack up her own things, while still muttering, āSuddenly I feel like eating pigās feet.ā
Daisy Zane heard it, looked up at her back, and at the same time, the cotton swab in her fingertips broke into three sections.
The desire to stab someone in the eye couldnāt be hidden.
Meanwhile, Serena Buster suddenly shivered from the cold, feeling a chill on her back. She rubbed her arm and muttered, āIs it getting colder?ā
After taking Olivia Lane back to school, William Lane asked the driver to head to Doomsday Hotel.
Arthur North, Hugo Clark, and Allonzo Hobson were all waiting for him there.
When he pushed the door to enter, Allonzo Hobson was complaining, āOh man, such an exciting thing and you didnāt call me. Iāve missed another one of Brook Sisterās cool, dazzling performances. Youāre not brotherly enough.ā
The four of them were so familiar that, when William Lane came in, there were no pleasantries exchanged. He walked to his seat and sat down, saying, āYou call her sister, what do you call Arthur?ā
āOf course, I call him brother-in-law. Iām Brook Sisterās family.ā
āYou sure know how to take advantage of the situation.ā As he finished speaking, William Laneās gaze landed on the child beside Arthur North.
Charles Amos was sitting close to Arthur North, his big eyes curiously watching William Lane.
Allonzo Hobson smirked wickedly and asked, āDid you see Amelie?ā
āYeah.ā
Hugo Clark glanced at him.
Allonzo Hobson said, āWas the young lady scared today?ā
āSomeone was protecting her, so she couldnāt be scared.ā After William Lane said this, he looked at Arthur North and said softly, āThank you.ā
Arthur North glanced at him, took a gentle breath, and said nothing.
Seeing his attitude, William Lane smiled and then looked at Charles Amos, āThis isā¦?ā
āWilliam, look at you, always in F Continent. Arthurās son is already this old, and you donāt even know,ā Allonzo Hobson laughed, āWhat kind of brother are you?ā
Looking at Charles Amos, William Lane suddenly remembered, āIsnāt this the child we bumped into at the hotel entrance last year?ā
āYouāve seen him before,ā Allonzo Hobson said.
William Lane nodded. As he looked at young Charles Amos, he thought that his understanding of Miss Zane had to change again.
Apparently, she even had a child.
Arthur North was going to become a stepfather.
How much gossip did he miss while he was in F Continent?
Charles Amos noticed him staring, so he looked up at Arthur North.
Arthur North raised his hand and rubbed Charlesās little head, speaking softly, āWilliam Lane is from the same generation as your cousin.ā
Charles understood, got down from his seat, stood beside Arthur North, and called out, āHello, Brother Roy.ā
William Lane, who was stubbornly clinging to the hierarchy, said, āā¦ Call me uncle.ā
Charles Amos glanced at Arthur North again.
Arthur North looked at William Lane and said, āAre you really willing to embarrass a child?ā
William Lane:
Charles Amos, always on the same side, immediately called out again, āBrother Roy.ā šššš®ššš·šÆā“š£š®š.šøā“š®
Arthur North raised the corner of his mouth.
William Lane: āā¦Alright, call me brother then.ā