The overall tone of the room was red.
Red curtains, red big round bed.
There was also a round red gauze hanging on the big round bed.
Above the head was a flickering red light strip.
On the wall directly opposite, there was a huge projection, and on the walls on both sides of the projection, there were all kinds of hot posters.
On the left were two computers and red light strips tied to the desk and chair, blinking.
All kinds of ambiguous lights were shining, and everything looked so unscrupulous.
"What is this?" Boris frowned, his gloomy handsome face was full of disgust.
Ziana understood what he meant in seconds, and agreed, "Not only ugly but also very vulgar. The aesthetics of the crew should be improved."
"This aesthetic is hopeless." Boris sneered, "Just like putting oxygen tanks on the dead, which is useless."