It looked like an ancient woman's boudoir. The dressing table had a complete set of bronze mirrors and screens. The large bed on the side was covered with a thin quilt of red peonies. Mu Shiyi pressed it down with his hand.
Unfortunately, the sound insulation was not very good. Even though Yan Wu Shengge's teasing voice was not loud with the woman next door, she could still hear it clearly.
With this thought in mind, Mu Shiyi simply opened the wooden door. Just as he was about to step out of the door, he saw the figures in front of him, all dressed up, stunned!
Huh? She retracted her feet as if she had been electrocuted. Mu Shiyi stiffened her body and started her few brainstorming sessions.
Rouge? Cheating? Woman's boudoir? The more he thought about it, the darker his face became.
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