He immediately leaped out of bed, glanced around, and realized he was in a slightly smaller bedroom compared to his spacious and bright master bedroom with its scenic balcony. There was just a double bed that wasn't very wide. Judging from the narrow circular window, he was still on the ship. The room was cleaned spotlessly; the curtains were drawn back, allowing sunlight to pour in through the small window. On the desk beside him, a line of skincare products was neatly arranged, next to a thick stack of scripts. Yu Zexiao walked over and saw that all the important parts of the script had been marked, the handwriting elegantly hinting at the owner's cultivation.
In the room, a familiar, faint fragrance lingered. It wasn't the scent of rouge or powder from cosmetics or the odor of artificial perfumes. Instead, it resembled the fresh, natural scent of fruit.
