Elusive, soft, and faint.
There was a faint sweet fragrance on her body.
It was the scent of the communal shower gel used in the dorm, not particularly unique, yet it somehow gave off an oppressive feel.
Lucy Taylor was startled by Hannah Winter's sudden proximity, and hearing her words, she became tense and blushed while growing frustrated, "Stop making nonsense, can't I stretch a bit?"
Hannah nodded knowingly, sitting up straight, "You've been stretching for over two hours."
Lucy Taylor didn't want to bother with Hannah further. Spotting the looks from the two others in the room, she held back, "You'd better mind your own business instead of meddling in mine."
"What should I worry about?" Hannah asked, turning the pages of her book attentively.
Lucy Taylor scoffed, "Tiffany Lynch isn't an easy person to get along with. You've offended her, she won't let you off the hook."
