Let Me Teach You To Play

Rong Yue looked at Qin Yichen's departing back suspiciously with pursed lips. 

Although he had looked quite tired when he had fallen asleep on her shoulder, she was finding it hard to accept that he had a cough as bad as what he had the previous day on the call. 

"How can you live all alone here?" She asked as she crossed her arms over her chest with narrowed eyes. 

"I don't like to live around people." Qin Yichen said blandly as he entered the kitchen. 

Without him in the living room, the whole space felt even larger than it was before and Rong Yue looked around carefully. 

The design of the living room was intricate and elegant. It felt as if in every piece of item, a part of Qin Yichen was in there. 

She was not someone that paid attention to things like house interiors in her past life, but now, she was a whole lot different and had come to understand that it was easier to see through things by looking very well.