When he opened his eyes again, Shen Qiyu found himself lying on a soft, large bed.
The room wasn't lavishly decorated, but it was clean, neat, and elegant.
The curtains were a girlish pink, the bedspread adorned with cute cartoon characters, and there was a wind chime hanging in mid-air, gently swaying, creating a delicate tinkling sound.
Was this Wen Yi's room?
Shen Qiyu quickly recalled what had happened just before.
All he remembered was that he seemed to have really fainted, and after that, he couldn't remember anything.
So, Wen Yi hadn't cruelly left him outside, but had brought him to her bed instead.
With his eyes closed, he distinctly smelled the unique, alluring scent of a woman that lingered on the bedspread.
Then, he heard someone approaching the room, turning the brass lock, as if to come in.
Shen Qiyu immediately closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.