Hearing her, Arlan stopped in a disbelief, as if wondering if he heard something wrong.
There was silence for a while and once again he heard her mumbling, "Ah, now I can breathe finally. Such a relief. Didn't know one day I would feel like dying only to be able to pee."
Arlan really had no way to react to this. He had the urge to laugh loudly but he suppressed it, not wanting her to realize he could hear her. 'I sure don't want to imagine what she is doing inside.'
Inside the washroom, Oriana had just washed her hands. She then splashed clean water on her face and looked at the image of a pretty boy staring at her in the mirror.
"...I do not understand. Why is that brat sticking to my side like glue? Why does he look proud about us sleeping in the same bed…? His intentions to a commoner like me…"
A thought struck her, and she gasped loudly, covering her mouth with her wet palms.
"Don't tell me that brat is into pretty boys and trying to take his chance with me?"
Cough!
