Florence: Oh, was she mad that you spent another weekend with me?
Brandon's lips curved into a half-smile as he typed back
Brandon: Yeah, she is.
Florence: Ehhh. She is still jealous that I might steal her boyfriend.
Lying on the bed, Brandon let out a chuckle as he continued texting with Florence.
Florence: So, what about next weekend? Are you coming here?
Brandon: Hmm, if I am free, surely.
Florence: Hehehe, I am waiting. Also, I heard you did exceptionally well in solo combat examination. That's my boy. Good luck on tomorrow's team combat examination.
Brandon: Haha, thank you, thank you.
As he was texting, the bathroom door opened, and Brandon turned his gaze to look at Elize.
Elize stepped into the room, her silhouette framed by the faint steam curling from the open bathroom door.
A white towel clung to her body, knotted loosely at her chest, its edges barely grazing her thighs.
