Don't... don't be so nice to me

"The gentleman is in the second-floor guest room—"

"Thud thud thud!"

Mu Anran, barefoot, rushed up to the second floor and ran to the door of the guest room.

Her heartbeat was so fast, her chest hurt badly, she was almost suffocating.

Somehow, she had managed to make it to the doorway, but then she suddenly stopped.

Young Master Yu, how was he?

Had he woken up?

Was he still angry?

No matter, now she just wanted to see him!

"Click."

The door to the guest room opened, and Mu Anran cautiously pushed the door open.

A strong smell of disinfectant rushed toward her, instantly reddening her eyes.

Yu Lingqian, he had a very serious obsession with cleanliness.

Not just with the things he used, but also with the places he stayed.

He would never tolerate his room being filled with these strange odors.

But now...

She blinked hard to stop the tears from flowing out, took a deep breath, and quietly walked into the room.