C240 superfluous action

Xie Qingrong sat upright on the chair, and held the freshly soaked Blue Conch Spring in her hands. The lid brushed gently, and steam curled up into the air.

Mu Wanqing clasped his hands together, supported her chin with his hands, as she looked at this exceptional woman in front of him with a infatuated look.

When she saw the Princess Consort Chen at the side of the Supreme Pond