Idinis spoke with a mix of bitterness and dissatisfaction; one might even think she had been plotted against by her sisters.
Were it not for the recent friction, Wayne would have thought the same, but now...
He's not quite sure.
His intuition tells him the headmistress lacks worldly desires and couldn't possibly have romantic inclinations, yet reality is laid out before him—she could have left, but she didn't.
"Ahem!"
Wayne clenched his fist and coughed lightly: "Idinis, just now..."
"Shut up!"
Idinis glared at Wayne, wondering why he was calling her so intimately; it was all an accident earlier, and, could he stop blushing?
Has anyone ever told you that when you blush, you're just asking for a punch? It makes my fists itch.
Idinis took a deep breath, wanting to say something responsible, but the words wouldn't come out, so she slightly shook her head, telling Wayne not to speak.
It's over. Nothing happened.
