The plainness of Zhong Feng's penthouse apartment struck Hu Lei in the face once again once she stepped through the door. However, she could not help smiling at how much the minimalism matched his personality. She also had to admit that her impression of white rooms was changing. In the past, she associated the colour with dismal labs and depressing hospital rooms. Now, this absence of colour conjured a certain apathetic immortal-like face.
Zhong Feng placed a pair of fluffy white slippers with a cute cat design before her, indicating for her to put them on. She looked at the footwear and then at him and finally back to the little ears. She felt like she had been struck by lightning. What kind of interests did this cold man have? It's true what they said: still waters do run deep. It is the quiet ones who should be feared.
