"Sister Xin, what's wrong?"
The girl behind asked casually.
Qin Xin narrowed her eyes and looked at her bed.
Although she liked to laze in bed, she would fold her quilt every time she got up. Maybe it's that little bit of obsessive cleanliness and compulsiveness common in surgeons; she folded her quilt in a fixed pattern, turning it into a special tofu block, somewhat similar to but different from the military training style.
But now, her quilt was not a tofu block; it was like a mushy piece of soft tofu.
Of course, anyone without this type of compulsion wouldn't be able to see any difference.
"Who touched my quilt?" She said coldly.
The two girls behind her immediately raised their hands, "I didn't touch it, Sister Xin, I went straight to help you with the barbecue right after school."
The dorm leader with a pancake face blushed a little, "I, I didn't touch it either. I was also there eating barbecue."
