Rong Yan had no choice but to sit still.
She listlessly surveyed the layout of his room.
The style was black, white, and grey, understated luxury, with even the bed covered in light grey. Although it had taste, it was too indifferent, giving off an ice-cold feeling that seemed to push people thousands of miles away.
Li Shengxiao's bedroom was arranged in a minimalist fashion, with not only a sleeping area but also a small living room and office area.
Bookshelves were filled with various books, and beyond that, the leather desk was stacked high with documents, showing just how busy he was every day!
While Rong Yan was taking everything in, the person from the living room had already returned.
He squatted down in front of her again, placed her foot on his knee, opened the bottle of medicinal liquor, poured some into his palm, and then gently rubbed it onto her ankle.
