Jiam Arrives

Hana immediately understood what Harry meant. A blush appeared on her snow‑white cheeks as she smiled shyly and said, "Okay, I'm just afraid that Wanda will dislike me for disturbing you two. Aren't you afraid that I will occupy your Wanda and you will have no love?"

"How could that be! How could I dislike you, Hana? You are my dearest. I will be so happy if you come to my house to play," Wanda said coquettishly, her face flushed. She recalled the passion of last night with a measure of shame in her heart, yet she even looked forward to experiencing that exciting pleasure again.

At that moment, each of them harbored his or her own ulterior motives. Harry and Hana knew everything that had happened the previous night, while only Wanda remained in the dark—she still thought that Hana had been drunk and knew nothing.

Consequently, the atmosphere among the three became both ambiguous and delightful.