Went To His Apartment

With a squeak.

The door opened.

He Xiyan stood at the door and looked inside. What she saw first was a LCD TV, then a gray TV cabinet. Walking inside further, she saw a sofa, a tea table and a treadmill in the corner.

The house was very clean, as if it had just been cleaned. Everything was in perfect order.

He Xiyan quickly took off her boots. Since she just stepped in, leaving several marks on the white floor.

By the door was the gray shoe rack. She put her shoes neatly on the shoe rack, and then took a pair of dark yellow shoes from it.

What a large pair of slippers, a few centimeters longer than her shoes.

She looked at the shoes for a while, slightly frowned, hesitated for a moment, and still put them back to the original position at last.

He didn't know if he had a habit of cleanliness in this respect. What if he would be displeased when he knew someone had wore his shoes.