The white tea first dropped a few more drops in the bowl, pretending that there was still a little bottom of the bowl left, and no one would drink it cleanly if they drank the Chinese medicine.

She then threw the sponge into the gap between the bed and the desk, the head of her bed and the desk facing in one direction.

There is no wardrobe in this room, only a bookcase, and the cabinet is all densely packed with various types of textbooks.

After she put the sponge away, the door behind her made only a soft sound

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