Surrounded by Clever Girls

"Is this okay?"

"Anything is fine..."

"Am I pressing too hard?"

"No..."

"One of the ingredients in this ointment absorbs heat, so it might feel a little cool."

"Cool? Oh, oh, oh... y-yes, it is a little cool..."

Sean shifted positions. He kept feeling that his current posture was awkward, that nothing felt quite right, and added, "If anything feels uncomfortable, just tell me."

Still lying there without moving, Daisy replied in the same mosquito-soft voice as before, "Okay..."

"Mm—"

"Could you not talk? I-I get nervous whenever I hear you speak..."

The word "okay" made it halfway out before Sean forcibly swallowed it back down.

Whether he was applying ointment or sunscreen, the temperature in the Room of Requirement was indeed about the same as a beach right now. Of course, that was only true for these two.

A moment later, the Little White Flower, who had been tense the entire time, suddenly turned her head and looked at Sean with an indescribable expression.

The look made his scalp prickle, and he awkwardly withdrew the hand he had placed elsewhere.

"I really am applying the ointment..." Sean explained quietly.

Daisy let out a disdainful snort, but she was too embarrassed to actually say anything.

At last, the agonizingly long ointment application was over. It had really only taken five minutes... but to the two of them, it had felt like years.

Sean had needed tremendous willpower to stop himself from looking where he should not look, much less touching where he should not touch.

As for Daisy, she had needed all her strength to suppress her embarrassment. She felt as though she were about to faint from burning up...

Once the Little White Flower hurriedly put her dress back on, both of them finally breathed a sigh of relief.