C168 The Real Li Xiaoran

Jiang Wu was left in the room.

The lights dimmed, casting a soft glow on the carpet.

She didn't understand Lih Yuen's intention, but she instinctively felt that everything in this room made her feel a familiar and intimate feeling.

Reaching over to the wooden cabinet, the bedstead, she sat down on the soft clothes and sank herself into them. There was a pleasant smell of bedding