Chapter 400


    Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight


    Chapter 400 In the Same Room


    Harry’s POV:


    My quilt was already drenched, but I didn’t have any other quilt.


    Sighing heavily, I pulled out my phone to apply for a new quilt from the logistics system, but then


    suddenly, a clean quilt was thrown over my head. John had given it to me.


    I pulled the quilt off my head and looked at her in confusion. She shot me an indifferent nce and


    said, “The application won’t take effect until tomorrow.”


    Without waiting for a response, she turned around and went into the bathroom to take a shower.


    Hearing the sound of running water, my face began to burn inexplicably, and I even felt as though the


    quilt in my hands became piping hot. I threw it away as though it was on fire.


    “What the hell are you doing, Harry? She gave you the quilt out of kindness, but you just threw it on the


    floor. You’re being rude.” Lvan started to lecture me again.


    I was so angry that I muttered under my breath and picked up the quilt from the floor. Then I threw it at


    the corner of the bed in a huff.


    “Satisfied now?”


    Lvan snortedcently. “That’s more like it.”


    I rolled my eyes in annoyance.


    A few minutester, John walked out of the bathroom while drying her hair. Her hair used to be short


    and spiky, but now it had grown out. The bangs on her forehead were soft and wispy, making her look


    more feminine.


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    But I didn’t dare to stare at her, so I turned around and busied myself by making my bed.


    Although the beds in the army were all bunk beds, they were by no means small. It was hard for me to


    put the bed sheet on the mattress properly. This irked me even more. It was trivial things like this that I


    hated the most.


    “Do you need help?” John’s voice suddenly sounded from behind me.


    I nearly jumped from fright. Instead, I froze and didn’t turn around or say a thing. A faint fragrance came


    to my nose. It was John’s b*ody wash, and it smelled like sweet milk.


    I almost broke down. I wanted to pinch John’s face and scold her. Damn it! If she wanted to pretend to


    be a man, she should do better than use milk vored b*ody wash!


    Without getting any response from me, John kept silent for a few seconds then finally left me to my own


    devices. Lvan snorted and cursed me again, “You really are an idiot!”


    Ignoring Lvan’s chastising, I continued to make the bed.


    After tidying up my things, I took my clothes to the bathroom to take a shower. But as soon as I entered


    the bathroom, I found John’s things neatly sitting in front of the basin, and the clothes she had


    discarded were still in theundry basket.


    I slunk away, feeling weirdly embarrassed, so I decided not to take a shower. I went back to the


    bedroom where John was drinking water. She nced at the clothes in my hand and said nothing.


    Honestly, I felt itchy all over because I didn’t take a shower. I sat at the table miserably and looked at


    my phone, twisting my b*ody irritably from the itchiness.


    Several minutester, John, who was sitting opposite to me, finally couldn’t help but ask coldly, “Do you


    hate me?”


    “What?” I looked up from my phone in confusion.


    “I’ve put away my things in the bathroom. You can go to take a shower now.” Her voice was icy cold,


    but as she spoke, she lowered her eyes. She looked a little pitiful.


    I knew she misunderstood why I was acting weird, but I didn’t know how to exin. I scratched my hair


    fretfully, trying to find the right words.


    I couldn’t let her know that I had already found out her little secret, which would make things between


    us even more awkward.


    Finally, I said cryptically, “I don’t hate you. You’re overthinking it.”


    To this, John didn’t say anything. She looked at me silently for a few seconds and then lowered her


    head to continue reading the book in her hand.


    The tension in the air was so thick, you could cut through it with a knife. I licked my lips and wanted to


    say something to ease the tension. After all, we were going to be teammates from now on.


    From the corner of my eye, I looked John up and down secretly. She was not only indifferent in


    character, but also in appearance. Her b*odynguage told me she didn’t give a damn about almost


    everything.


    I frowned and thought for a while. I suddenly realized that she was so mysterious and I didn’t know a


    thing about her. We had been in the same cl@ssin the military school for so long, yet I didn’t even


    know where she came from.


    So, I broke the silence and asked her directly, “Which pack are you from?”