Murong Rong hugged the pillow, turned around, and lay down comfortably on the soft bed.
What a comfortable bed, soft, warm and fragrant.
She sighed with contentment, where was she?
Opening your sleepy eyes, the sun shone through the white gauze curtains and shone in from the window.
Crescent-colored walls, a crescent-white European-style bed, and a large crescent-white soft velvet chair in front of the bed with several fashion magazines placed on it.
There was a wicker chair by the window, and a teddy bear was placed on the chair.
There were several oil paintings hanging on the wall, and a wardrobe built into the wall. Through the transparent door of the wardrobe, there was an entire wall of clothes inside.
Where is this?
Murong Rong rubbed his eyes, and his confused head gradually became clear——
She sat up suddenly and looked down. She was wearing a white silk pajamas, as soft as anything, and there was a pair of plush rabbit-shaped slippers under the bed.
Yinzai knocked her unconscious, then she lost consciousness and woke up here.
Where is this place? It's dawn now. Has it been a day?
Is this a new house?
Murong Rong hurriedly climbed out of bed, put on her slippers, and ran to the window.
Pulling back the white gauze curtain, outside is a garden with roses in full bloom. There is a white pavilion in the garden, and next to the pavilion is a fountain. In the distance is a blue sea and a white sandy beach.
Murong Rong ran to the closet, opened the door, and chose the most ordinary casual clothes among a pile of beautiful clothes.
Even though it looks the most ordinary, the texture is made of the finest fabrics.
There was a small half-moon-shaped door in the room. Murong Rong opened it, revealing a shower room inside.
The bathing room is very large, even bigger than the room she lived in before. A large bathtub like lotus petals is located in the corner of the bathing room like a lotus pond.
Above the lotus pond is a statue of Julien, the young Belgian hero, with fluffy hair and naked body, with his penis facing the lotus pond.
Murong Rong turned on several shower heads, and the water flowing out was ice-cold.
Murong Rong had a sad face. There were so many showers, but none of them had hot water. Could it be that cold water was used for washing?
She searched all over the shower room, but not only could she not find the hot water switch, but the entire shower room was filled with water.