Nan Sichen spoke slowly, "The row of rooms on the left has been assigned for servants to live in, along with your dressing room and study. The row on the right is not currently in use, but once we move in, you can arrange them as you see fit."
Qin Yin nodded.
The pair continued to move forward, and ahead was a staircase. The steps were smooth, white marble, and the handrails were wrought iron in various colors.
The staircase could lead up or down. Nan Sichen said, "Going down will take us back to the large hall we first entered; there isn't much to it. If you have friends and want to host a dance or some sort of gathering, you can do it there. Going up will take us to our master bedroom."
As he said that, Nan Sichen's lips moved closer to Qin Yin's ear lobe, warm breath caressing her ear, making it tingle and itch.
Was Nan Sichen doing this on purpose?
