Nangong Qingcheng?
What Jiang Feng never expected was that Nangong Qingcheng actually came to his room door!
He even thought of calling her, was this some kind of telepathic connection?
"Why are you blocking the doorway? Not letting me in?"
Nangong Qingcheng cast Jiang Feng a sidelong glance as he stood in the doorway and said.
At this moment, Nangong Qingcheng had clearly just finished her shower. She wore a nightgown, her wet hair draped over her fragrant shoulders, and her feet in a pair of women's slippers provided by the room, emanating a rich scent of body wash. She was as fresh and elegant as a lotus out of water.
"Why did you come over here?" Jiang Feng asked in surprise.
"Am I not welcome?"
"How could that be, it's just unexpected."
Jiang Feng quickly stepped aside to let Nangong Qingcheng in.
Nangong Qingcheng glanced around at the relatively simple living conditions and frowned slightly.
