The living room was warm and cozy.
Seeing everyone's petrified expressions, Su Yu smiled gently.
She casually took off her black coat and handed it to Cheng Xiaoxi, revealing the perfectly tailored white cashmere sweater underneath.
The soft cashmere hugged her slender yet curvy exquisite figure, exuding a warm glow under the light, so beautiful that one couldn't take their eyes off her.
Then she walked with graceful steps into the center of the living room, her gaze wantonly surveying the surroundings, occasionally commenting.
"The color choice for this sofa set is nice, very cozy."
"The brushwork in this painting is delicate, and the composition has a lot of spirit." She stopped in front of a hanging painting and turned to look at the corner, "Did Lingling paint this? Very talented."
Yao Lingling shuddered, finally coming back to her senses from a soul-losing state.
