Sweet like Wine: Love Your Dimples Even More-Chapter 122 - 64: Stuffing Two Pieces of Tofu In for Show_2
For example, "Artie is really too stuffed today, surely will have a stomachache tonight, so Summer should accompany Artie a little. If nothing happens at midnight, Summer can then decide whether to leave." ๐๐ง๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐.๐ฌ๐ค๐ถ
A myriad of reasons, a variety of excuses.
Artie was making such a lame excuse for the first time, and didnโt hold out much hope.
But strangely, as long as Artie didnโt insist that Summer Fairmont give up her apartment, Summer didnโt particularly mind staying over at her place.
After all, except for the initial period when they first met, Artie and Summer didnโt spend a lot of time on Islay.
Islayโs population is too small to support a decent university, and both Artie and Summer attended university in Glaslow.
At the University of Glaslow, they lived in the school apartments, in different rooms of the same suite.
The school suites had rooms that could be rented separately, and it was within Summerโs budget, so there was never any disagreement over accommodation.
Whether it was a hundred meters, two hundred meters, or two different rooms in the same apartment, Summer never missed Artieโs breakfast time.
Artie called Summer, but Summer didnโt answer.
Artie called Summer again, and the phone was directly turned off.
Artie was very angry.
She just returned to the country for a few days, why has everything changed?
If Artie really couldnโt bring Summer back in a short time, would they not even have a plastic friendship over the phone in the future?
Artie, still in her pajamas, without washing her face, walked directly to the small apartment two hundred meters away to "demand an explanation."
Her hair deliberately messy, her eyes as weary as possible.
If Artie didnโt trick Summer back to her house for a week, she wouldnโt be The Pouting Siren.
Artie rang the doorbell for half a day, and didnโt hear any response from inside, which made her inexplicably panicky.
The Wrestling Siren rushed back home at full speed.
Running is a huge hassle for an un-bra-wearing 36D.
This kind of distress, only those who experience it would know.
While others swing their arms when running, Artie had to start holding her chest with both arms after just two steps.
Even so, it felt like a fate worse than death.
Running is probably the most unsuitable exercise in the world for a 36D, bar none.
The Devilish Lolita woke up the jet-lagged Nationโs Gentleman with a terrified face: "Ah brother, help me, help me quick."
Leo instinctively sat up from the bed: "Whatโs wrong? Donโt be afraid, Iโm here."
"Itโs Summer... Summer is missing." Artieโs breathing was heavy, not sure if it was from running or from holding her chest.
"How could she just disappear like that?"
"Summer comes over every morning to make me breakfast. Rain or hail, itโs always the same, but she didnโt come today."
"Maybe itโs because brother is here, Summer thought it wasnโt necessary." Leo, still not fully awake, said in a slightly hoarse, doting voice.
"Impossible, Summer wouldnโt let anyone stop her from making breakfast for Artie. Summer must be missing, I called her the first time and it went through but she didnโt answer. The second time, it was directly unreachable." Artie insisted her anxiety wasnโt unfounded.
"Summerโs phone might just be out of battery, donโt worry too much and frighten yourself." Leo patted Artieโs head to calm her down a bit.
"No way! I just went to Summerโs place to find her, and there was no response from inside. Summer must be missing. Ah brother, do you think Summer was kidnapped?" Artie grew more worried as she spoke.
"Islay has such good public safety, when has there been a kidnapping case? If people could just disappear randomly, I wouldnโt have let you come here. Be good, catch your breath first."
When Artie was young, Leo often helped her regain her composure.
Now grown up, itโs a bit inconvenient.
Even for twin siblings, thereโs some level of propriety in the relationship.
"No matter how good the safety on Islay is, there are still outsiders. Who knows what those suddenly visiting Islay are up to? Like Master Sean Lowell and Gordo who insisted on leaving with Summer. They definitely have a problem. Brother, quickly call them to ask where theyโve hidden my Summer, immediately, right now!"
