Shen Yanhe opened her eyes and reached out to turn on the light.
She then saw an assortment of keyboards laid out on the bed, roughly a dozen or so.
Shen Yanhe's expression was indescribable: "..."
She had just reached out to pick up a keyboard when the door creaked open.
Shen Yanhe looked up to see Fu Yanhe pushing the door open and walking in.
"Awake? Hungry?"
He seemed to have just finished bathing, his white shirt on the upper half of his body was damp, and it became somewhat transparent, faintly revealing the perfect and sexy muscle lines hidden beneath his clothes. The strong scent of hormones was overwhelming, making it hard not to be moved.
Shen Yanhe kept her gaze steady, shaking the keyboard in her hand, "What's the meaning of buying so many keyboards?"
Fu Yanhe sighed inwardly.
The beauty trap didn't work anymore.
It seems he really had to resort to the method Feng Jiao proposed.
