After finishing speaking, he turned and walked toward a room on his left.
Clothes that she could wear? Women's clothes?
Why would there be women's clothes in his house?
Could it be...
Well, he should be a normal man, so it makes sense for women to come and go in his house. What's so strange about that?
Ji Anning withdrew her gaze from Ji Chicheng and looked toward the room on the left, which was closed.
With no other choice, she could only change clothes, no matter whose they were. After all, he had agreed to it.
Thinking this, she took steps toward that direction.
Arriving at the door, she reached for the doorknob, gently turned it, and pushed the door open.
The room was pitch dark, and a familiar fragrance wafted into her nose. It was quite noticeable at first and then became almost imperceptible.
This... couldn't be his room, could it?
Ji Anning turned around to look at the room Ji Chicheng had entered. That room faced south; it must be the master bedroom.
