Li Ruolan was watching TV at home when she saw her son leading a young girl into the house.
"A friend's sister, there's no one at her home, she'll stay for a while."
Li Ruolan recognized Fu Ying; she had been over before.
"Fu Yi's sister, right? I remember."
"Hello, Auntie."
Fu Ying called out with particular restraint.
Because she was nervous, her fingers tightly clutched her school uniform.
Her fingers were fair and delicate, turning white at the knuckles from holding on to the fabric so tightly.
Seeing that the girl was both well-behaved and polite, Li Ruolan smiled warmly: "Don't be formal, your brother often visits our home, we all know him. You can treat this place just like your own home, don't be shy."
Fu Ying nodded lightly, glancing towards Shen Liguang.
"Come with me."
"Oh."
Fu Ying followed him into his room.
His room had his scent all over it.
She didn't look closely last time, but today she realized that a man's room is particularly simple.
