After being taught by Ringer, Layla stuck out her tongue at him and made a face, then stopped talking.
She moved to the edge of the bar and sat down, opened the notebook she brought, took out the quill that was in the notebook, and buried herself in the notebook to write something.
Occasionally, he would raise his head to take a peek at Ringer, and before he noticed, he quickly lowered his head and started writing.
Of course, her small movements couldn't escape Ringer's eyes, but he didn't care, just smiled in his heart
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