The entire room had a European style, even the carpet was covered with creamy white fur. Once the shoes were removed and stepped on it, it felt soft and fluffy. Several paintings of tranquil landscapes were hung around, and the white silk curtains...
The atmosphere inside the room was incredibly peaceful.
Chen An certainly had a knack for this, such a design and arrangement indeed made people feel comfortable.
In the center of the room, there was a large round bed with a soft touch and crisp white sheets.
Mo Nanjue walked forward slowly, his steps light. He stopped at the bedside, his hands in his pockets, his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, watching the person on the bed from above.
The woman's slender body curled up, forming a self-protective posture. The large sheets accentuated her frail figure. She was still in a deep sleep; every time her nerves were too tense and suddenly relaxed, her whole body would become exceptionally weary.
