Is he really Zhuang Shuqing's husband? Is that possible?
However, Zhuang Shuqing isn't thinking as much as she is.
At this moment, the spacious apartment is filled with soft instrumental music. She sits on the sofa, uneasily watching the tightly closed room door.
The story begins after entering the door.
Lu Jinyang suggested that she go to sleep in the room, but she politely declined.
It's a studio apartment, every detail is delicately curated to perfection, right down to the ornaments in the corner that match the furniture. This shows the attentiveness of the owner.
But here lies the problem, there is only one bedroom, and she isn't accustomed to napping in a man's bed.
Lu Jinyang gave her a deep look, turned around, entered the room, and closed the door. It has been half an hour now, and he hasn't come out even once.
Click~
The door opens, and Zhuang Shuqing tenses up completely.
