"So this is Master's room..."
Qing Yueqiu's gaze swept across the room. The simple and unadorned layout seemed much the same as she remembered. After all, Pei Yuhang was a sentimental man who cherished the old.
But—it was also very different.
Compared to her memories, there was now a vanity and other items a woman would use—traces of her master's wife.
But after Ye Liyuan failed her Celestial Tribulation, she and Pei Yuhang had been sleeping in separate rooms for nearly a year. So, as Qing Yueqiu stood in the room, all she could perceive was her master's pleasant scent.
Before she knew it, Qing Yueqiu had walked to the side of Pei Yuhang's bed.
A bed was, without a doubt, a person's most private space.
Qing Yueqiu realized this, and her foot froze mid-step.
Taking that step would mean completely invading her master's personal space. It would be extremely disrespectful.
But—
