The bedroom was spotless.
The ventilation was quite good.
The first thing Qing Ye saw was a neatly arranged desk. Several notebooks of varying thicknesses were stacked in its upper-right corner. In the pen holder on top sat a brush pen, along with the more convenient gel pens used in the lower realm.
There were quite a few furnishings in the room, but Qing Ye immediately noticed the bed at its center.
A light pink floral quilt had been folded into a neat square. Two freshly washed pillows and a plush throw pillow of a cartoon character rested quietly atop it.
I won't mess up her room, will I? That was Qing Ye's first thought.
I froze for a second before replying in a bright voice, "You won't."
At the same time, I formed a hand seal and used a spell to help the seriously injured Qing Ye onto my bed.
"Yangyang causes far more trouble than you normally do. I clean it all up by myself anyway."
Qing Ye was taken aback for a moment. It really was true.
That girl Yangyang was like she had no bones. The moment she encountered a soft bed, she would definitely roll around on it a few times first.
She also loved rubbing her head back and forth.
Who knew whether she was marking her scent or doing something else.
I unfolded the quilt I usually slept under and covered Qing Ye with it.
Only then did Qing Ye have the leisure to inspect the rest of the room.
Mats lay in many places across the floor, as though Junior Sister often sat on the ground to do things.
Beside the desk stood several solid wooden wardrobes in an antique style. Their doors were covered in all sorts of cute stickers, though