Rare Treasure

"Oh, please come in." Ximen Ningning walked towards the room in front to avoid facing Yang Dingtian.

Yang Dingtian followed behind her. Again, it was unavoidable for Yang Dingtian to see her waist and hip curves. They looked like a wonderful willow shaking in the spring breeze.

Although Yang Dingtian had tried his best to avoid staring, the leading Ximen Ningning was becoming more and more awkward. Even though she was not facing Yang Dingtian, her face was turning redder and redder. She was only able to keep her head low, looking at her feet.

Ximen Ningning's journey felt long even though it was only a few meters.

The place where she stayed was a small attic without any paintings or other decorations. It was quite simple but did not lack exquisiteness.

After entering the attic, it could be seen that the interior was simple but very comfortable. There was completely nothing made of metal. Everything was made of wood, ceramics, or cotton.