Zhen Ye sprawled over the coffee table, scribbling her name in a squiggly line.
The sweatshirt she wore was at least two sizes too large, the neckline was wide, and perhaps due to living alone for too long, she lacked the necessary awareness to cover up, essentially exposing everything in that position.
Ma Lu couldn't help but avert his gaze slightly, again surveying the messy room.
Actually, if one ignored the pile of trash on the floor and the strange odor in the air, the place was arranged quite cozily, showing that the person who had lived here before loved life.
It's just that time had passed and the electrical appliances and furniture were somewhat outdated, and the whole house was about due for maintenance.
There were cracks in the ceiling and the walls, some of the plaster had even fallen off, and there were mold spots beneath the windowsill, which Ma Lu had noticed earlier when pulling the curtains, indicating possible water seepage.
