At this moment, Ye Qifeng swept his gaze around the room.
Inside the room.
The dressing table was somewhat messy, with all kinds of cosmetics scattered haphazardly across it. Clearly, its owner had used it to get ready not long ago.
The wardrobe at the foot of the bed had been left open. The clothes inside were piled together in disorder, as though someone had rummaged through them.
Several light-purple silk nightgowns hung loosely from the clothes rack standing quietly beside the wardrobe.
A few pairs of crystal high heels and soft cotton slippers also lay scattered across the floor, motionless and lifeless.
Ever since Bibi Dong had been caught by Ye Qifeng in her usual sloppy, untidy state.
The dignified bearing of the aloof Pope and the authority of a teacher could no longer be maintained before Ye Qifeng.
Furthermore, the mysterious aura around Ye Qifeng and the unparalleled sense of security he gave her had left her so infatuated that she could barely pull herself away.
Almost every night, she would sneak over and fall asleep hugging Ye Qifeng like a body pillow.
As time passed.
That awkward and embarrassing feeling vanished completely.
Bibi Dong simply let herself go completely and began doing as she pleased with perfect confidence. Xiao Feng already knows anyway. He'll clean up after me. Thinking about it even makes me a little happy.
Thus, whenever she came to sleep at Ye Qifeng's place, she would always leave the dressing table, wardrobe, shoes, clothes, and everything else in a complete mess. She never tired of it, and in the end, Ye Qifeng would still have to clean it up for her.
Even though she seemed to have suddenly become much more reserved recently, her unwillingness to tidy up had not changed in the slightest.