C678 Feast

"Your room?" Ziling could almost confirm that the first time she looked at him, she felt somewhat cold. It was just like the owner of this room, aloof, indifferent, and repulsive.

"Yes," he said.

Ziling turned her head, her limpid eyes twinkling. "What about me?" Her daughter's rooms were all so beautiful. There shouldn't be anything wrong with hers, right?

"From now on, this is your room