Rosa pushed Xiang Yuan against the wall, then clung to him herself. She murmured hoarsely, almost obsessively, "…Why don't we go to your and Shi Nian's bedroom."
Mentioning Shi Nian, mentioning Shi Nian's dissatisfaction, indeed sparked a flicker of anger in Xiang Yuan's eyes.
But instead of taking Rosa to the bedroom, he pushed open the original study, which was used as Tang Yanqing's temporary bedroom.
Since Shi Nian was not at home, there weren't any officers staying temporarily, and the lights inside weren't turned on. Only the streetlight outside, which had finally stabilized and brightened again, cast an faint orange-red glow through the window, adding a touch of color to the pitch-black night.
His hand clasped hers, pressing it against the wall.
The luxurious wallpaper on the wall, engraved and printed through more than 30 processes on wooden panels, had extremely distinct textures. Xiang Yuan nearly obsessively ran his fingers over the luxurious lines…
