"Tao Yun, why are you still taking pictures? You've even snapped the trash cans in the villa. Isn't that enough for your Moments?"
Her best friend and arch-nemesis, Song Xiaoxi, teased her while Tao Yun was taking selfies in the more than 100-square-meter bedroom on the third floor.
The soft bed was very comfortable, with a faint scent of perfume lingering on it, and through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, one could see the sun setting on the western horizon.
Tao Yun, who had just put her phone back in her pocket, glanced at Song Xiaoxi standing at the bedroom door, wanting to come in yet hesitating, and slightly pursed her lips saying:
"If you want to come in, just come in. No one's stopping you. Don't play the innocent."
"You..."
Song Xiaoxi's face turned slightly red at the bedroom door.
She really wanted to go in; that huge bed in the bedroom looked so comfortable—it must be wonderful to lie on it.
