The bed was very soft, and Yue Jiaojiao walked over to press on the pillow. It was the height she was used to.
There was a tall stack of books on the side of the bed, which she could easily reach when she gets out of bed.
There were also two pairs of soft-soled shoes, which made it easier to walk around the room without tiring the feet.
On the table in the room, there was an incense burner. The fragrance inside was very light, and it smelled very soothing.
The small space in the bedroom that was separated by a screen had been redecorated according to her liking, and it looked clean and pleasing to the eye.
She could see everything with a single glance and touch everything with her hands, but it was also very clean and tidy overall.
"Zhao Zhan, how can you be so meticulous?" Yue Jiaojiao sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned him over. "Come here."
