C908 Disrupted?

Despite her reluctance, she tidied up the room thoroughly, figuring it was better than doing nothing.

Nie Zeyu sat quietly at the agreed-upon spot, waiting for Ji Xinling to arrive. In his hand, he held a bright red rose, its color strikingly vivid. As he gazed at the flower, a smile crept onto his face, and he felt a deep sense of contentment and joy