Leaning on the cupboard door, Flossie Wright casually lifted her gaze, looking indifferent.
Belinda Nichols paused her cleaning work, her cold eyes slightly narrowed, "We need to be inseparable."
"..."
Flossie frowned, scrutinizing Belinda.
Tall, with a classic oval face, almond-shaped eyes, and natural beauty that was met with a distant, cold look, extremely repulsive to everyone.
Quite normal.
At least to Flossie, people like this are very common.
However, her EQ...
Unimaginably low.
Without answering her, Flossie glanced down at her watch and immediately headed towards her bed.
1:32.
Even if there was no emergency gathering tonight, there wasn't much rest time left.
However, what Flossie didn't expect was, as soon as she walked up to her bed, Belinda followed.
With a towel still draped over her head and her hair a complete mess, Belinda's expressionless face somehow gave off a stubborn vibe.
Determined not to stop until she gets what she wants.
