Thump, thump!
"Qiqi, may I come in?"
Shao Zifeng stood at the door silently waiting for a while. The room was quiet, and as he grasped the doorknob and gently pushed, a faint fragrance wafted towards him.
Qiqi's room was small, about ten square meters, decorated in a girlish style. A soft plush carpet covered the floor, adorned with a pink and white princess bed whose warm-colored little quilt was somewhat messy. Bohemian-style pillows were scattered carelessly on the carpet.
The computer desk was right next to the bed, its chair adjusted high, reminding Shao Zifeng of a kitten sprawled on the desk playing games, and a faint smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.
Beyond that, the most eye-catching feature was the display wall opposite the bed, plastered with various sizes of photos and posters, all of Shao Zifeng.
