His room

  Nan Feng Luo's room is very large, the entire room is dominated by a light blue tone, the room is neat and simple, with European-style furnishings that attract many eyeballs, but also does not lose its noble elegance, just like... Nan Feng Luo himself, calm and slightly cold.

  Always makes people feel like something is missing in terms of warmth.

  Not far away, a beautiful triangular steel piano caught Ruan Xiao's line of sight, and she walked towards it in a daze...

  "Bang", off guard, Ruan Xiao You was tripped by something in front of her and was about to make an intimate contact with the ground in a pitiful manner. She struggled furiously but also tried her best not to make too much noise, finding it extremely difficult.

  Fortunately, she didn't land on the floor, but after struggling hard, she turned around nearly one hundred and eighty degrees and fell onto something soft. It was the comfortable feeling of a high-grade mattress.

  Ran Xiang comfortingly patted her own little heart, tilted her head wanting to make an effort, but was suddenly tongue-tied by this scene.

  She found herself lying on Nan Feng Luo's bed, her head almost touching Nan Feng Luo's face, which was even more beautiful than a woman's.

  Her skin was as white and smooth as jade, to the extent that it seemed almost unbelievable. Her eyes, which were usually apathetic, were closed, with her long eyelashes casting a shadow on her pale skin. Her nose bridge was high, straight, and narrow, making her look so beautiful, yet also revealing a hint of lonely pride. The perfect curve of her lips was enticing, and the soft pink color made Ruan Xiao think of something that she had almost forgotten - but she wouldn't forget.

  The Southern Wind Luo, who was asleep, didn't have his usual icy demeanor that made him hard to get close to. In fact, there was a kind of feeling that tugged at her heartstrings.

  However, even in sleep, Nan Feng Luo's eyebrows were still slightly furrowed, as if there was an inexplicable worry that had deeply trapped Ruan Xiao You.

  Her hand unconsciously stretched out towards it, she simply wanted to smooth it out.

  When Ruan Xiangyu's hand lightly touched Nan Fengluo's brow, it hadn't even had time to smooth out the wrinkles before being tightly grasped by a slender yet powerful hand.