***
Seeing the heartbroken tears on her face, Qiao Chutian knew she was crying for him, and he couldn't help but chide, "What a silly girl!"
Having said that, he took out his handkerchief and wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes.
Mai Xiaomai hadn't expected him to do that, so she looked up at him, stunned.
"Dumb duck!"
Qiao Chutian's finger arched and flicked against her forehead, "Don't look at me with those eyes, I can't take it."
"Oh."
Mai Xiaomai quickly looked down.
"Alright, stop feeling sad, come and take a look at my room."
At this moment, Qiao Chutian didn't know what else to say to lighten the mood, so he just got up and stepped into the room.
Mai Xiaomai followed him in.
The bedroom décor was still quaint and traditional, with that big bed in the middle being a traditional framed bed made of Huali wood and covered with yellow silk, a true display of luxury and opulence.
However, the bed wasn't large — it was a one and a half meter bed.
