"My clothes got dirty yesterday, so I put them in the wash," she explained with a casual tone. Yet, as she spoke, she kept glancing at Yohann, her eyes filled with a subtle affection that didn't escape my notice.
Yohann, looking uncomfortable, quickly averted his gaze, pretending not to see her.
However, Zandria didn't seem bothered at all. She smiled sweetly and asked, "Ysha, you don't mind me borrowing your clothes, do you?"
There was an unmistakable edge to her words, a subtle hint of provocation.
I stayed calm, met her gaze without flinching, and replied evenly, "I don't mind. Yohann bought those clothes anyway, so feel free to wear them."
After all, I didn't intend to keep them.
For a moment, both of their faces froze. Yohann looked particularly displeased with my response, but since Zandria was still standing there, he said nothing.
Zandria, though she tried to maintain her smile. She couldn't quite hide the tension creeping into her expression.
After they left, I stripped my bed of all the sheets and replaced them. Exhausted, I collapsed into bed and slept deeply.