Mu Yan followed him into the room and suddenly noticed that the arrangement had changed.
The sofa opposite the bed was replaced, and there was a new vanity table in the corner, filled with cosmetics.
On closer inspection, the curtains seemed to have been changed too, and there were two new armchairs by the window.
Most importantly, there were bouquets of sunflowers on each side of the bedside table.
She pursed her lips and asked, "Did you arrange this?"
"Mm, do you like it?" Jiang Jingheng's deep voice came.
Mu Yan met his gentle gaze, and her heart seemed to skip a beat.
She averted her eyes, pretending not to know, "What does it have to do with me? This isn't my room."
"Isn't my room your room?" Jiang Jingheng chuckled softly.
Mu Yan pouted, whispering, "Weren't we supposed to sleep in separate rooms?"
"I thought you got used to it last time at the film set." Jiang Jingheng chuckled lightly.
