Hide under the bed (2)

Since Mo Qiang wanted to wash off the stain of having a weird kink, she stepped inside Fu Qi Hong's room and let out a soft whistle. She had to admit the two of them were simply from two different worlds. His entire room was even bigger than her house and fields attached. 

In fact, it wouldn't be wrong to say that it wasn't a bedroom but a small apartment on its own. There was a home theatre in the middle of the room with large couches sitting in front, next to it was a video game arcade. Though it didn't seem to be used that much, it was neatly stacked in the corner.

There was also a large collection of all sorts of tablet books on the left. It was so neatly arranged that Mo Qiang could read the names of the tablets one after another.