NEW SHAMPOO SMELLS NICE

Bed. Lycia felt like she hadn't seen her comfortable bed in years. She had finished bathing, washing clothes, eating lunch, and also cleaning her apartment. The last thing she did was enter her room, and when she finally saw the bed in the room, she immediately threw herself onto the bed before flapping her arms and legs as if she were a fish in an aquarium.

She should have returned home an hour ago, but since a giant baby named Davel Clayton suddenly wanted her to help him 'bathing,' she had to put her plans on hold and sacrifice her precious hour in the hospital.

Recalling the incident, Lycia groaned before burying her head in the pillow. Her screams were muffled by the pillow, but then she lifted her head again, and now her chin was on the pillow.

"I didn't even finish cleaning his body earlier," she muttered to herself. "Not that I want to touch his body, of course!" She was about to scream again when she realized that the tone of her voice earlier sounded like she wanted to touch the actor's body.

Turning around, she was now lying on her back, and her hazel eyes stared at the ceiling. Her thick brows furrowed as she recalled something. "He suddenly acted so cold and distant when I mentioned Dr. Collins, didn't he? Did he have a problem with Dr. Collins?"

Lycia noticed that everything was fine before she brought up the topic of Breyno Collins. She could even touch the man's six-pack with a wet cloth, and the man even tried to hold back his satisfied groan at her touch.

"Wait. Why do I remember when he moaned too?" Lycia scolded herself before hitting her forehead, only to wince in pain because she hit her forehead too hard.

Her face flushed red when she recalled the moan, but then she shook her head to shake off the perverted image in her mind. Telling herself to stay sane, she then went back to thinking about the matter related to Breyno Collins.

"He was also glaring at Dr. Collins the first time he met Dr. Collins today. Does he know Dr. Collins? But he's lost his memory, hasn't he? And Dr. Collins only said he's a fan of Davel, nothing more," Lycia continued her monologue, but she continued to run into conflict as she continued to express her own opinion.

Her troubled state only ended when she heard a doorbell, and she frowned when she heard the sudden sound that echoed in her apartment. She didn't have many friends, and she rarely had guests in her apartment either. Furthermore, she also didn't remember that she had an appointment with anyone today.

She was confused, but the bell kept ringing and didn't let her make any theories about the possible guest. In the end, she groaned before getting up from her bed and heading for the door.

The apartment was simple and not very spacious, but it was more than enough for one person to live there alone.

Reaching the apartment door, she then glanced at the intercom only to widen her eyes when she caught a glimpse of someone familiar giving her a sudden visit.

She felt like she didn't want to open the door, but she knew that the person outside the door would start banging on the door if she pretended to be dead inside the apartment.

In the end, Lycia unlocked the door before turning the doorknob and pushing the door open. The guest immediately glared at her.

"Are you pretending to be dead because you don't want to see your mother?"

She could hear her mother's familiar voice, and she was right that her mother would be able to tell that she was planning to play dead earlier.

"It's not like that, Mom," she denied the accusation while smiling at the short-haired woman. "I was sleeping, and I didn't hear the doorbell. Let's talk inside, shall we?"

She was like a copy of her mother. Both had black hair and round brownish eyes, but their mother's crow's hair was shoulder-length when hers was longer. People said that the only facial feature that was similar to her father's was her forehead.

Seriously? It was just the forehead?

Both she and her father had broad foreheads, and some even said that their forehead width could be compared to a football field. That was hyperbolic, but Lycia just laughed when she heard it.

Some people also said that people with wide foreheads were smart, and that was true because Lycia was indeed gifted with a smart brain that led her to become a successful doctor a few years ago.

Although her mother was still frowning, Lycia laughed before hugging her mother's shoulders and leading the older woman into her apartment.

"Did you change your shampoo, Mom? Your hair smells good," Lycia spoke again, kissing the side of her mother's head when they were in the living room.

"I didn't wash my hair for a week, but you're still trying to win me over by saying that my hair smells good?" Her mother coldly replied while glaring at her only daughter.

Lycia awkwardly grinned before letting go of her mother's shoulders and heading into the kitchen. "Please have a seat, Mom. I'll make a drink for you," she half-shouted when she reached the kitchen.

Smiling to herself, Lycia then opened the cupboard and took out two cups before preparing a drink for her mother. Her mother liked to drink green tea, and that was the reason why she kept it in her apartment.

"After drinking it, she will definitely stop sulking," she said to herself without erasing the beautiful smile on her face.

Her relationship with her parents was very good, almost perfect if her parents didn't keep telling her to get married.

"Getting married, huh? Do I really have to get married just to please my parents?"