Li Xinlan's net worth was not insignificant, yet she still maintained her eighty-square-meter one-bedroom flat. Last month, she paid off her mortgage and began to create a home that truly belonged to her.
"There, the slippers are on the rack, get them yourself." Li Xinlan closed the anti-theft door forcefully. During this, she also glanced at the next door, deeply afraid of being spied on by a neighbor. Bringing a man home late at night made the young woman feel quite shy.
"They're all ladies' slippers!" Tang Zheng grumbled at the sight of the fluffy slippers embroidered with white lotus, which were not only too small for him but also elicited some secret delight that Xin Lan's house had no other men.
The domestic decor was simple, clean, and seemed to carry the fresh scent of jasmine, entirely the fragrance of a woman.
