Gu Yuexi walked into the living room casually, his shining leather shoes stepping with alternating strength on the two-cm thick soft carpet, as if walking in the clouds, and minimizing the sound of his footsteps.
The living room was dimly-lit with the haziness of the befalling night. A deep and suppressing atmosphere hung in the air.
Gu Yuexi raised the glasses resting on his nose bridge and saw a valuable yellow rosewood royal chair placed not far away. The old yellow rosewood hadn't been sculptured and its natural wooden prints were vibrant, beautiful, and looking like a leopard and a fox at the same time—still, yet fascinating.
The yellow rosewood was a rare and valuable luxury item because it encompassed rich natural art and culture.
Si Yiyan was laying on the royal chair, of which the elegant lines of the arm and backrest enhanced his thin and slender frame, extending the elegant, graceful, and charming curves and lines.
