The day her mood had plummeted was the day Harold left for Australis. And the day she was happy, she had rushed upstairs and spent hours on theputer. Could she have been chatting or video calling someone? With whom?


    Shanley squeezed the piece of watermelon, his eyes instantly turning cold as he shot an icy re at Harold.


    "It''s about time. Let''s go in," Juniper said, her attentionpletely on Harold. She didn''t notice that the man beside her had a face as ck as the bottom of a pot.


    "Okay," Harold nodded. Perfect. With Shanley staring at him like a hawk, it would be difficult to get a hair sample anyway.


    Both of them stood up eagerly.


    "Juniper....." Seeing how eager she was, Shanley stood up as well. Usually, when it was time for an experiment, she would drag her feet, clearly despising being alone with Harold. This was the first time she had been proactive.


    "Hmm?" Juniper stopped and turned to look at him.


    "Your bottle." Shanley handed her the water bottle, his fingers gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His gaze was tender and doting. "I''ll wait for you out here."


    "Fine," Juniper replied casually, then looked at Harold again, her tone slightly impatient. "Let''s go."


    "Alright." Harold couldn''t help but smile and followed her obediently. This little rtive of his really had a short temper.


    Shanley was left standing alone, watching them disappear into theb. Was he being too sensitive?


    ...


    Inside theb, Juniper sat with her legs crossed, fiddling with the medical equipment as she stared at Harold, who was wrapped inyer afteryer of clothing. She fell into deep thought. He was wearing way too many clothes. How was she supposed to see his chest?


    "Grandmaster, let''s begin," Harold said softly once he was ready.


    "Oh." Juniper walked over, ced her hands under the magnifying ss, and began the simtion.


    "Mmm," Harold listened attentively while sizing up Juniper''s hair.


    Just as he was about to make his move, Juniper shifted to the side, pulled her hands back, and tilted her chin. "Your turn to try."


    "Okay."


    It was Harold''s first time trying something as sneaky as stealing a hair sample. He


    had almost been caught, and his back was now covered in sweat.


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    He wanted to ask her directly but was afraid of scaring her. After all, thest time he had merely said looked "a little familiar," she hadbeled him a pervert. If his suspicions turned out to be wrong, he would have deeply offended her And with her temper, she would probably tear theb apart.


    Juniper stepped back, crossing her arms as she carefully studied Harold''s body. Should she just rip his shirt open? No, that would


    probably scare him to


    death o


    had to find a way to make him take it off himself.


    With that in mind, Juniper turned, unscrewed her water bottle, and deliberately sshed water on him.


    "Oh, my bad," Juniper said with a small smile. "It''s wet now. You should probably take off your coat."


    Harold froze for a few seconds, suspecting she had done it on purpose. How could someone be so clumsy as to pour water all over his shoulder?


    "It''s fine." Harold forced a smile, not daring to offend this little terror, and silently took off his whiteb coat But underneath, he was still wearing another jacket and a shirt.


    Juniper''s expression soured. Tsk. She had no choice but to get more water and


    return to Harold''s side. Then, she poured it on him again.