The intoxicating scent was drifting from within the louvered balcony door. Although the room was dark, a strong curiosity welled up in her. He wanted to track down the captivating scent; the scent that was enthralled him, which guided him like an invisible hand. He moved towards the balcony door...
Inside the room, the scent was heavy, yet elusive. It was soothing and made him intoxicated. Zhang Ziwen scrunched his nose. In the twilight, he tentatively took in the surroundings, straining his eyes to study the room's furnishings. It seemed to be a very large bedroom. The bed was huge, but compared to the space of the room, it seemed small. Zhang Ziwen could sense the bedroom's extravagance and luxury. The fixtures and furnishings were predominantly western style, even the paintings on the walls seemed to be oil on canvas. The lighting was dim, but he managed to understand primarily the layout of the room.
