C186 A confrontation on the couch(part i)

Late at night, it was as cold as water. The room was scorching red from the burning charcoal.

The crystal lamp hung high up, the ethereal and fantasy light, to the bedroom painted a touch of hazy charming light. Wang Ting was indeed rich and extravagant. He was surrounded by crystal lamps.

The lights were reflected through the crystal, flickering and changing as they sprinkled onto the couch