Orion's eyes lingered on the bruises, and without a word, he released the grip.
As the night deepened, the production team called it a day, and the six trainees finally ended their torturous day and headed back to the dormitory for rest.
After taking a shower, Xanthea frowned as she looked at the hard, straight bed board. Just one more night to bear, and then she would never have to wait, what?
As soon as she lay down, she discovered the rough, bumpy bed board that had been so
She discreetly lifted the army-green sheet and saw a thick flannel blanket underneath.
This blanket.
"Rachel!" she called out.
"What's up, Miss?" Rachel responded.
"Does your bed feel any different tonight?"
"Nope," Rachel shook her head. "Just as hard as it was last night. I've never slept on a bed this hard, not even when I was an idol trainee."
So, it was just her bed that had the blanket. Was this Orion's doing?
No wonder he made a phone call right after seeing her bruises.
How could he be so incredibly kind and thoughtful?
Hugging her quilt, Xanthea joyfully rolled around on the soft bed, feeling like she was nestled in a fluffy cloud. The comfort nearly lifted her spirits into the air.
Ever since she acknowledged her feelings, she found herself adoring Orion more and more, to the point where her heart felt completely filled with him, ready to burst at the thought of him.
"Do you expect the production team to give you a new bed?"
Hearing Xanthea's words from the bathroom, Isabella came out with a sarcastic tone, but got no response. She asked again, but still no response. She walked closer and realized Xanthea was actually asleep?!
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