Jing Moyan opened the bookshop door, and the lingering presence of Liao Minxin startled her.
Jing Moyan raised an eyebrow, glanced at her indifferently, and walked straight past her.
The man's steps were swift and confident, and as Tao Yuhao was led by him, she had to take longer strides to keep up.
As they passed by Liao Minxin, she didn't even have a chance to glance at her before Jing Moyan pulled her back into his bedroom.
Liao Minxin stood there, holding the fruit platter tightly with both hands, watching Jing Moyan's figure with a lonely expression—
Tao Yuhao entered Jing Moyan's bedroom for the first time.
Standing there, looking at the minimalistic and low-key bedroom, Tao Yuhao was a bit dazed.
Jing Moyan's bedroom was not opulently furnished, but in a simple and elegant style, with a cohesive rosewood color.
Even the color of the blanket on the bed was very similar to the decor style, what stunned Tao Yuhao was the pervasive scent in the bedroom.
