"Oops," she said, shaking the bottle, her beautiful face perfectly calm. "I identally spilled water on you again."


    This time she''d poured a lot more, soaking arge patch from his left shoulder down.


    Harold had just taken off hisb coat and hadn''t even put down the instrument in his hand when he heard the girl behind him speak again. He turned his head and, well, what do you know. The first time, he suspected. This time, he was sure it was intentional. What had he done to provoke her?


    "You should probably take off your jacket," Juniper said, shaking the empty bottle, her delicate face tilted up, her tone unnervingly serene.


    "Grandmaster....." Harold was on the verge of tears,pletely exasperated. "Did I do something wrong?"


    "Nope," Juniper replied earnestly, blinking her eyes.


    Speechless, Harold silently put down his instrument and started unbuttoning his jacket.


    Theb''s air conditioning was on, keeping the temperature low, so Harold was wearing threeyers. Lab coat, off. Jacket, off. Now just the shirt remained. To get him to go shirtless, she''d need to put in more effort. Maybe pour it over his head this time?


    Juniper''s eyes darted around theb. There were no basins or buckets, so drenching him from above would be tricky.


    Besides, after the first two "idents," Harold was being extra cautious. While doing his experiments, he deliberately stood opposite her, keeping one eye on his work and the other on her.


    After a few moments of silence, Juniper''s attention was drawn to a bottle of chemicals on the shelf. Non-toxic, harmless, but... smelly. If it got on you, you''d have to strip off all your clothes immediately.


    "Add the iodine," Juniper said, walking toward Harold.


    Harold was terrified of her at this point. He didn''t dare yell or scold her. Seeing her approach, he instinctively dodged away.


    "What are you doing?" Juniper asked innocently, holding up her empty hands. "I''m not holding a bottle."


    Harold looked closely and saw that she was, indeed, empty-handed. The heart that had jumped into his throat finally settled.


    "If we change this reagent to 5ml, will it affect the cardiac functions? Harold having found no opportunity no to pluck a hair, decided to focus on the experiment for now.


    "No," Juniper said, strolling over to the chemical storage rack. She picked up one of the bottles with her elegant fingers and gave it a gentle shake. Mmm. It really did have a smell.


    "Then what if....." Harold was continuing his question when he suddenly saw her


    hand tilt, and the chemical from the bottle began to spill...


    "Don''t touch that!" Harold''s face


    paled. He tried to dodge, but it was toote. He watched in horror as the chemical sshed onto his clothes. Instantly, a foul odor assaulted his senses.


    What was wrong with this girl today? Could it be that his assistant''s attempt to get her hair had angered her?


    Harold didn''t have time to ask. Holding his breath, he immediately started taking off his shirt.


    Juniper pinched her nose, her eyes wide with anticipation.


    Seemingly aware of the intense stare from across the room, and mindful that she


    was a girl, Harold frowned. "You stay here. I''m going to go change."


    "Change here," Juniper said, cutting to the chase. "I want to see your body."


    "Wha... what?"


    Harold thought he had misheard.