Ning Xie's bedroom was spacious, a suite, easily fifty or sixty square meters.
Before, when Ning Xie wasn't home, Leng Tong stayed here alone for several months and had grown very familiar with the space.
But at this moment, she suddenly felt a little hesitant and uneasy, even somewhat alienated.
Because… even though this was Ning Xie's bedroom, he had never been home before.
Now, Ning Xie had returned.
He had come home.
And for the first time, this house actually felt like a home.
Leng Tong stared at everything around her, biting her lip.
Then she saw Ning Xie walk ahead, casually shrug off his coat, and then, naturally, pull off the T-shirt underneath, revealing his firm chest and abs...
Leng Tong: …
His casual demeanor made her feel like the room had suddenly become a little cramped.
Ning Xie was doing this on purpose.
Leng Tong was awkward.
Although he had no idea what exactly was making her awkward, he could sense her nervousness.
