Trisha had no special requirements in terms of the bed. However, she was worried that the Maxwell lecturer who was in charge of checking the dorms would get them mixed up, so she mustered the courage to approach Wendy.
Just as she was debating what to say, Wendy opened her eyes and immediately noticed the shaking girl in front of her.
Seeing Trisha, Wendy was reminded of Arielle, and she was naturally not in a good mood.
“What are you doing?” she snapped.
Startled by her harsh tone, Trisha mustered up her courage again. “This bed is mine, Wendy.”
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