Celine's words made Esnie's brain stall for a moment. It took her quite a while to react.
"Ah, ah, that does seem to be the case."
As she said this, Miss Esnie felt a sense of relief in her heart.
It seemed she had been overthinking things. Celine hadn't noticed anything.
But on second thought, she really had been overthinking it. How old was Celine...? Besides, she had been in the hospital room since childhood-how could she possibly know about those things between men and women?
However, what Esnie didn't notice was that after Celine finished speaking, Miss Celine had imperceptibly glanced at Jonas beside her.
Although she indeed had no practical experience, Miss Celine, rich in theoretical knowledge, had actually sensed her sister's abnormality from the very beginning. The earlier action of leaning close had indeed confirmed Miss Celine's suspicions.
Her sister and Mr. Jonas had indeed done some unspeakable things before coming to the hospital room.
At this thought, the girl's cheeks flushed involuntarily, and she couldn't help but complain inwardly that her normally prim and proper sister would actually do such things in private.
But on the surface, Miss Celine still wore the innocent look of a good girl. Holding Esnie's hand, she leaned close to her ear and said:
"Sister, when can I borrow your perfume?"
Hearing this, Esnie felt an inexplicable sense of unease rise in her heart, as if the perfume the other spoke of was merely a euphemism.
But she quickly tossed this illusion from her mind and said with some helplessness:
"I'll let you use it when you're older."
Miss Esnie actually didn't normally use perfume.
But the earlier situation had been too sudden. To prevent her little sister from noticing anything, Miss Esnie had no choice but to use perfume to