On the walls of each room hung paintings and calligraphy by famous artists from auction houses, with almost every piece reaching sky-high prices, a level of luxury that could provoke gods and men alike.
Ye Xixi sneakily peeked into the bedroom and intentionally made some noise. Once she was sure Wen Zao wasn't in the room, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Her lively, large eyes darted around mischievously before she tiptoed into the bedroom.
First, she opened the wardrobe door. Seeing that it was filled with men's clothing in predominantly black and white tones, she paused, pulled out the drawer for underwear and shuffled through it, muttering a couple of sentences to herself.
