How could a nun possibly take pleasure in others' misfortune?
"Usually, they balance a bucket of water on their heads."
"Balance a bucket?"
Confusion flickered in Theresa's eyes, and Zhao Bai hurriedly explained.
"They each have one asymmetrical horn on their heads, so they can't balance a bucket by themselves. Only by pressing the hornless sides of their heads together can they barely hold up a bucket of water. They have to stay pressed together... for about two hours."
"Hahahahaha—!"
Theresa laughed loudly, her voice brimming with schadenfreude.
This wouldn't do.
Theresa hurriedly put on a serious expression.
But her twitching shoulders still betrayed her, revealing how delighted Theresa truly was by their misfortune.
Zhao Bai watched it all and couldn't help shaking his head.
Theresa was a little devil too.
Small, pitiful, helpless, delighted by others' misfortune, but especially good at eating bitter melon.
Two hours later, Bronya returned home. She was still holding that key, and she reached out to hang it on the hook beside the door.
It gleamed brightly, impossible to miss.
"When Rosaliya really forgets to bring her key in the future, she can come here and get one from Bronya."
Bronya's expression was as calm as still water.
"Zhao Bai, if something like this happens again, remember to tell Bronya."
Zhao Bai only dared to nod.
Keeping things like this hidden would only lead to a series of unnecessary misunderstandings. Zhao Bai didn't want any misunderstandings between himself and Bronya.
He hated this sort of thing.
The only reason he had hidden the key today was because he had panicked and acted on instinct.
It was absolutely not his intention.
The twins' miserable state was beyond words.
The next day, they couldn't bend their necks. According to Liliya's explanation, they had slept wrong.