After comforting Wang Shufen for a while and her mood had stabilized, Ye Ling returned to his room.
Shen Yuexin was sitting there with a cold face, and the moment Ye Ling walked in, her sharp gaze immediately fell on his face.
Ye Ling's mouth twitched, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
"So uh, this… you're adjusting okay?"
Ye Ling really couldn't handle Shen Yuexin's piercing look.
You'd think a Middle Stage Houtian expert wouldn't withstand the gaze of an ordinary woman?
No choice, what can you do if you can't handle it?
This isn't about strength, is this about whether your skin is thick or not?
Thick—or—not!
"This bedsheet is pretty soft, huh…"
Ye Ling touched the blanket and started talking to himself.
"Hmm, the bed's not bad either, just a bit old. Would be better with a memory foam mattress."
"You uh… need a drink?"
"I'll pour you a glass."
Ye Ling carried a glass and ran out of the room.
