Actually, Yang Chen wasn't sure if Lin Ruoxi had a habit of locking the door when she slept. But at this moment, he didn't dwell on such questions. What mattered most was that he could enter the room "legitimately."
With a soft "click," the door opened, a sound so subtle that most people wouldn't notice it. Yang Chen tiptoed into the room and gently closed the door behind him.
As soon as he stepped inside, his senses were enveloped by the feminine fragrance typical of a woman's room. Lin Ruoxi's faint scent, akin to gardenia, filled his nostrils, making Yang Chen feel pleasantly at ease as he took a deep breath.
Yang Chen felt a tinge of regret. How could he have been so muddled during their first night together in his small rented house? If only he had been clear-headed, it would have been such a delightful experience.
