Ji Xinghuo looked at Ren Mian standing behind the railing on the second floor, feeling odd inside. What matter could not be discussed in the living room that required entering her bedroom?
Jiangnan Caiyi, who was in the kitchen cooking, also curiously poked her head out.
"You came!"
Ji Xinghuo quickened his pace up the stairs.
Ren Mian and Jiangnan Caiyi's bedrooms were on the second floor. He seldom came up, but he had never entered their rooms before.
Entering Ren Mian's bedroom, the light was bright with a generously-sized bed in it. There was a desk by the window facing the garden outside. Next door was a walk-in closet and a bathroom; a balcony led to an adjacent study, where several large bookshelves were filled with books. The entire room had a light and fresh decor, matching the temperament of its owner.
Ji Xinghuo smelled a faint fragrance, the same as emanating from her, a mix of osmanthus and peach blossoms, which left a lasting impression.
Bang.
