Su Xiaomeng swallowed her saliva, shaking her head. She was here to discuss serious matters with Yin Shixiu, not to let her imagination run wild!
Taking several deep breaths, Su Xiaomeng finally managed to calm her agitated heart.
She had no idea how long Yin Shixiu would take in the shower, so Su Xiaomeng hugged a pillow and wandered around the bedroom, observing.
Clean, tidy, just like she had seen when she came here with Yin Meng before.
But there was something different...
Ah, it was the scent, no longer that lifeless, even slightly stuffy vacant feeling. The air was mixed with a faint smell of tobacco and mint, which belonged to him.
This feeling... was very subtle.
There was a very large bed in the bedroom, covered with a dark gray quilt.
Next to the bed was a small bookshelf with a few books that had fallen over.
Even though it was just a few books not placed properly, Su Xiaomeng felt as if she could see Yin Shixiu leaning against the headboard, reading before bed.
