Yu Xiaoxuan was woken up by thirst in the middle of the night. When she got up to drink some water, she realized this wasn't her own home, nor was it the accomodation provided by her company. A sudden shock hit her, turning her face pale, she quickly checked her clothes and found that aside from her coat, everything else was still neatly on her. She breathed a sigh of relief and boldly stepped out.
The living room was pitch-dark. Yu Xiaoxuan's hand felt along the wall until she found something resembling a switch and pressed it down, instantly illuminating the room.
Yu Xiaoxuan instinctively closed her eyes and when she opened them, she was momentarily blinded by the sight before her: dark coffee-colored vintage wallpaper with subtle patterns, a massive crystal chandelier, leather sofas, and a wool carpet spread out on the floor in front of the sofa... everything subtly conveyed the low-key luxury of the house.