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"Creak —

A sound came from the door, interrupting Jing Zhuozhuo's train of thoughts. Someone was coming.

"banana, I'm done."

When Jing Zhuozhuo walked out of the bath barrel, someone draped a long robe over her shoulders.

"In the end, the bananas understand me better. The water temperature is just right. Oh right, I found those petals over there. They smell really good."

"If Miss likes it