Amidst the gentle breeze and calm waters, a week had swiftly passed by without Li Meirong's notice.
Much to her surprise, Zhu Qingyue did not move in right away and respected her wishes. The enigmatic devil did, however, force her into a refurbishing agreement, under the excuse of accommodating his own set of furniture. The bewitching man had a special way with words, and somehow, she seemed to succumb to nearly every demand that flew out of his mouth.
Confounded and slightly frustrated, the girl couldn't help but think back to how Zhu Qingyue had easily brushed off her questions. When she had asked him which type of objects he had planned on moving into her cabin, he had barely bothered to provide her with an answer.
In spite of her reluctance, a tiny piece of her still anticipated his arrival, and she held on to that feeling in hopes that it would overcome any residual feelings of mistrust and reservation she may have still had.
