As Bart sat down, she glanced at her deskmate.
He had already continued to take notes.
The sunlight outside the window fell on the side of his face, making his eyebrows dark. His skin was very pale and faint blood vessels could be vaguely seen.
Seeing from the side, his eyelashes were very long and perky.
His lips were a little dry.
Bart wanted to take a drink from the drawer. She searched for a long time but failed to find it. She suddenly remembered that she might have left it in his drawer, so she stretched out her hand towards his drawer.
Her movement caught the notice of the deskmate. He stopped taking notes and looked down.
Bart suddenly felt that her behavior was a little wretched.
She took out the drink and placed it on his desk. "Drink it."
The deskmate glanced at her, probably guessing her intentions.
Bart pointed at her lips and then pointed at his. "Your lips are very dry."
The deskmate didn't say a word.