The early morning sunlight was as gentle as silk, slipping through the gaps in the curtains and sprinkling across the bedroom floor.
A foot suddenly stretched out from the thin covers, all five toes flexibly wriggling.
Li Manli rested her chin on her hands as she lay on the bed, staring blankly at Lu Liang. Gradually, her lips curled into a silly smile.
Because she saw a set of keys on the bedside table and a note with a password written on it, She Mountain Villa 177, which would be their home from now on.
Li Manli actually knew she was not the only one for Lu Liang, but she also knew that Lu Liang definitely liked her and cared for her.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have helped her establish a studio and plan out her career; he could easily, like the platform's vanished streamers, spend some money each month and keep her like a canary.
