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Lin Jin, who was forced to do so, finally pulled the quilt off her head. With a red face, she pretended to be calm and collected, but her eyes were still averted. She asked with the usual tone, "What?"

"Well, a sanitary towel." Xiao Ling pointed to the sanitary towel on the bedside table. "I bought it for you."

Lin Jin didn't know what to say