Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Syivia's POV: 

There was another knock on the door.Flora scooted over and nudged me to open it.I slowly walked toward the door, stretching out a shaking hand to the knob.

When I opened it, it was just a patrolman doing the routinely roll call.I sighed in relief.

The knock was not at all what Flora and I had thought it was going to be. However, the patrolman didn't leave and move to the next door immediately.

Instead, he stepped inside and began to check around our room.

Flora was confused, but she obediently opened up a cabinet for him to check anyway.

A part of me felt that something was not right.

Normally, we would have been informed of a routine check ahead of time.

"What's this sudden inspection for? We don't remember getting any notices about this tonight." I stood at the doorway, pretending to ask casually.

The patrolman opened up another storage box and rummaged through it restlessly.

"The teaching affairs department put out an emergency notice, stating that they got a report of a student keeping snacks in secret.That's why they ordered that all dormitories be searched.You think we wanted to do this at a time where we're supposed to be sleeping?"

Hearing this, Flora and I shared a quick look.

If I wasn't mistaken, Lucy and the guy with her must have been the ones to report it.

a cloth bag similar to the one that was used to

nothing in there.I already surrendered my

that he couldn't find anything suspicious, the patrolman sighed and

a bottle of milk

a drink

part of

bottle and stabbed

the liquid inside, my mouth was suddenly met with an explosion of

the milk in confusion.Why did it taste

My tricks are really

face as she took out the

my treasured belongings.It wasn't easy bringing this brilliant idea to life.But once I successfully disguise the soda to look like milk, I knew no one would

sip of the soda and

wanted to watch them have sex! Did they really have to rat out my

angrily gnashed on the end

looked like a puppy throwing a

Affectionately patted her head.

more careful

I don't

the table, rubbing her

seemed like she was still refusing to accept that she had just

a while, mulling on the feeling that this wasn't

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