In the bedroom, Mu Yuze, who was taking a nap, suddenly opened his eyes.
Someone was outside.
His pleasant nap was disturbed, and he felt a bit annoyed and angry. How could the cleaning staff come in when a guest was still in the room?
He got up, put on a robe, and pushed open the door to step out, his eyes scanning the room, but he didn't see any cleaning staff. Instead, in the living room, he saw a familiar-looking back.
Mu Yuze's brow twitched slightly, and his gaze deepened.
She was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, sprawled on the sofa cushion by the floor-to-ceiling window, her slender legs swinging freely, with the edge of her shorts faintly revealing the color of her underwear.
"So this is how beautiful City A is..." Su Wanwan murmured, "This place is way too luxurious. I wonder what kind of rich person would stay here."
A certain "rich person" took another two steps forward, and Su Wanwan's voluptuous curves were more clearly exposed before his eyes.
