The Disolate Scion

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Daphne was sitting next to him, obviously a little distance away at first, but now she was sitting so close that their thighs were if anything pressed together, and Daphne's sheepish voice rang through the compartment, "Zakky smells like alcohol, have you been drinking? Must be sleepy, you can close your eyes and sleep for a while, I'll call you when we get there."

Daphne stood in front of her, meek without a hint of temper, mumbling some cute words to coax her, trying to slowly melt the ice in Zak's heart.

"Zakky, we're here."

Zak had always been like that, with a slight cleanliness fetish, but those cleanliness fetishes of hers never worked on herself seven years ago.

Had Daphne done something too intimate with her in the car?

In fact, Zak had thought about Daphne's reason for sitting alone by the river on the way here, she hadn't thought that Daphne had come here to stay because she had dragged herself into the night in order to personally deliver her clothes and didn't dare to go