The School Doctor shrugged helplessly and explained, “Simply put, several Potions had a brawl inside her body. The Expulsion Potion already cleared them all out. She’s just severely mentally exhausted—she’ll be fine after a good sleep, nothing serious.”
“Oh! So the fight’s over!” Donna’s bright orange eyes lit up mischievously, and a little devilish smirk curled her lips.
Like she’d found a new toy, she leaned over to Aier’s bedside, dumped all the neatly wrapped Ice Cream from her basket onto the bed in one go, and then, in a way that left everyone baffled, lifted Aier’s shirt and placed all the Ice Cream on top of her.
“Ahhh—! So cold, so icy!”
In her sleep, Aier suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. Her skin was instantly stung by the icy pain.
She practically leapt from the bed, her dazed eyes snapping open.
Those clear eyes, suddenly stung by the intense shock, instantly brimmed with reflexive tears, still tinged with sleepiness and confusion.
“You…” Aier took a deep breath, staring at the pile of Ice Cream scattered on the bed, her little head full of big question marks. “Donna… what are you doing?”
“I saw you had heatstroke and a fever, so I thought I’d buy something cold to help cool you down physically!”
Donna pouted like a wronged Young Lady, her lips pursed, speaking in a pitiful voice.
Seriously, Miss Donna, can’t you do something normal for once?
Aier felt her headache worsen.
Even someone as soft-natured as her was left utterly exasperated by Donna’s antics.
She was angry now.
When Aier didn’t say anything, Donna immediately felt a twinge of guilt.
The pleasure from her little prank vanished without a trace.
Aier thought for a moment, then said weakly, “I’m really tired. What I need now is rest and some space alone. If possible, please let me rest quietly for a while, alright?”
Aier looked up at her, her eyes gentle but distant.
After speaking, Aier didn’t look at Donna again. Instead, she nodded apologetically to the School Doctor, then gently pulled the thin blanket up to wrap herself, turning her back to them and lying on her side facing the wall.
She silently expressed her desire not to be disturbed.
Blocked by that gentle yet resolute “refusal,” Donna’s face turned bright red, her chest heaving. In the end, she just grunted at the lump under the blanket, unwilling to give in.
Aier: “……”
No matter how hard Aier tried, she just couldn’t understand why this pampered Noble Lady, surrounded by so many eager flatterers, insisted on sticking to her. Was she simply tired of the constant fawning and wanted to find someone who would challenge her for a change?
What “Saint Body of M”?
“Classmate, don’t be mad. Look, the young lady really cares about you. When you fainted, she carried you all the way from the Teaching Building to here by herself—didn’t even stop to rest!”
The School Doctor sighed helplessly, feeling that these two girls, both so pretty they looked like exquisite dolls, just didn’t act like normal people.
One was desperately trying to give herself away, while the other avoided her like she carried a contagious disease.
“When you got to the Medical Room, she anxiously stayed by your side, then braved the sun to buy you cold treats to help you cool down.” The School Doctor pointed at the pile of Ice Cream.
Aier lay silently under the blanket for a few seconds.
Eventually, she lifted the blanket and sat up, her face still pale, with a lingering fatigue that hadn’t faded.
She was truly exhausted and had no energy to argue with this young lady.
Aier didn’t look at Donna. Instead, she spoke in a calm, nearly emotionless tone, “Thank you for your concern, Miss Donna.”
She took out her small Coin Pouch from her skirt pocket, moving unhurriedly and carefully counted out ten Silver Coins.
“These,” Aier placed the Silver Coins gently on the edge of the bed, neither too close nor too far from Donna, her movements clearly distancing herself, “are to reimburse you for your expenses. Sorry to trouble you.”
Aier’s manner was polite and proper, yet it was as if there was a transparent wall of ice separating them, drawing a clear boundary.
“I’m feeling much better now, so I won’t trouble the School Doctor or Miss Donna any further.” Aier didn’t give her any chance to speak.
After finishing, she gently but resolutely got out of bed.
She didn’t look at Donna or the School Doctor again, just gave a slight bow in farewell, and walked straight toward the door.
Without looking back, she quietly opened the Medical Room door, walked out, and softly closed it behind her, the whole process silent and calm.
“Hmph!” Donna glared at the tightly closed door, as if that door was Aier’s calm, distant face. “I’ll definitely make you fall for me.”
Her fingers unconsciously played with the little pile of Silver Coins, her eyes, hurt and embarrassed from being rejected, gradually sharpening into a focused, fervent little flame.
She had already sent people to investigate Aier’s background.
She had no connections at all, and the only reason she was with Duke Sheiyl was because she signed an Employment Contract.
If that was the case, then things would be much easier.
A determined smile slowly spread across Donna’s lips.
So she likes money, huh? The Capital of the Family of Teluowei Si is enough to buy a hundred little canaries like her. When the time comes, I’ll just buy you for life!
This thought made her cheeks flush with excitement.
But, immersed in her beautiful fantasy, Donna seemed to overlook one problem.
That Duke Sheiyl, famous throughout the Empire for her dominance, possessiveness, and control—would she really be a well-behaved employer who let go obediently when the Contract ended?
If, during this period of employment, Aier pleased her, brought her joy and unprecedented delight, wouldn’t she want to renew the contract?
Those hands that wielded the power of the Empire—wouldn’t she easily tear up the rules, ignore any competitor, and use even more irresistible means to keep the little bird she fancied by her side forever?
Who would dare to snatch her prey from a Duchess?
“Damn it, how could this happen…” Xie Yier’s slender fingers unconsciously clenched tighter, the paper with her Report creaking softly in her palm.
Her cold murmur echoed in her luxurious private study. The spy report she had just received was like a bucket of ice water, dousing the satisfaction that lingered from yesterday’s good mood.
She hadn’t expected that when the Potion of Love’s Reins failed to take effect, the body would react so violently.
Not only did she fail to get Aier under her control as she had planned, she ended up causing Aier to faint in front of everyone at the Academy and be sent to the Medical Room in such a sorry state!
Now, not only had her plan to use Potions to completely make Aier hers fallen apart, but her little darling had also suffered for it.
A surge of indescribable irritation and… a rare pang of guilt gnawed at Xie Yier’s heart.
She angrily crumpled the Report into a ball and threw it in the trash.