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For example, "Artie is really too stuffed today, surely will have a stomachache tonight, so Sumr should accompany Artie a little. If nothing happens at midnight, Sumr can then decide whether to leave."

A myriad of reasons, a variety of excuses.

Artie was making such a la excuse for the first ti, and didn’t hold out much hope.

But strangely, as long as Artie didn’t insist that Sumr Fairmont give up her apartnt, Sumr didn’t particularly mind staying over at her place.

After all, except for the initial period when they first t, Artie and Sumr didn’t spend a lot of ti on Islay.

Islay’s population is too small to support a decent university, and both Artie and Sumr attended university in Glaslow.

At the University of Glaslow, they lived in the school apartnts, in different rooms of the sa suite.

The school suites had rooms that could be rented separately, and it was within Sumr’s budget, so there was never any disagreent over accommodation.

Whether it was a hundred ters, two hundred ters, or two different rooms in the sa apartnt, Sumr never missed Artie’s breakfast ti.

Artie called Sumr, but Sumr didn’t answer.

Artie called Sumr 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 couldn’t bring Sumr back in a short ti, 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 apartnt two hundred ters away to "demand an explanation."

Her hair deliberately ssy, her eyes as weary as possible.

If Artie didn’t trick Sumr back to her house for a week, she wouldn’t be The Pouting Siren.

Artie rang the doorbell for half a day, and didn’t hear any response from inside, which made her inexplicably panicky.

The Wrestling Siren rushed back ho 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 Nation’s Gentleman with a terrified face: "Ah brother, help , help quick."

Leo instinctively sat up from the bed: "What’s wrong? Don’t be afraid, I’m here."

"It’s Sumr... Sumr is missing." Artie’s breathing was heavy, not sure if it was from running or from holding her chest.

"How could she just disappear like that?"

"Sumr cos over every morning to make breakfast. Rain or hail, it’s always the sa, but she didn’t co today."

"Maybe it’s because brother is here, Sumr thought it wasn’t necessary." Leo, still not fully awake, said in a slightly hoarse, doting voice.

"Impossible, Sumr wouldn’t let anyone stop her from making breakfast for Artie. Sumr must be missing, I called her the first ti and it went through but she didn’t answer. The second ti, it was directly unreachable." Artie insisted her anxiety wasn’t unfounded.

"Sumr’s phone might just be out of battery, don’t worry too much and frighten yourself." Leo patted Artie’s head to calm her down a bit.

"No way! I just went to Sumr’s place to find her, and there was no response from inside. Sumr must be missing. Ah brother, do you think Sumr 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 wouldn’t have let you co here. Be good, catch your breath first."

When Artie was young, Leo often helped her regain her composure.

Now grown up, it’s a bit inconvenient.

Even for twin siblings, there’s so 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 Sumr. They definitely have a problem. Brother, quickly call them to ask where they’ve hidden my Sumr, imdiately, right now!"

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