The cat in the study room doesn't run around every night, but stays on the windowsill as if it had never left.
Not only that, its fur is still white, and I don’t know which kind-hearted person gave it a bath.
The kitten licked the white fur on its legs, and from time to time looked at the girl who was peeking in the classroom, lamenting her timidity.
In the previous session, it was the girl who took the initiative and always held the dog in her arms as a wingman. Why is it that this time, it is the girls who are failing?
Grace Bai sat next to him. After finishing the review materials in her hand, she read obediently. Whenever she had time, she would secretly look up to check on the other person.
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