A faint, intoxicating smoke swirled through the room, reminiscent of ancient incense.
The entire room was decorated in a classical, elegant style—not at all the kind of decor one would expect a man of Chinese descent from abroad to like.
Shen Lang raised an eyebrow slightly. She nonchalantly walked over to an expensive sofa and sat down, her fair fingertips resting lightly on the bag at her side.
The sound of running water echoed from the bathroom.
Steam swirled in the air, creating a hazy sort of beauty.
A moment later, the water stopped. The bathroom door opened, and a pair of long, slender legs stepped out.
Shen Lang looked up, her gaze slowly traveling upward before she arched a brow.
'So this is the legendary star attraction?'
'I heard his Chinese name is Huo Xing. He's certainly handsome enough, with nicely shaped eyes, but they're a far cry from that bastard's "peach blossom eyes." His physique is impressive, too—an eight-pack and V-lines—he's just a bit tan.'
