She turned on the television, switching from the first channel to the hundredth, randomly flipping through programs, but no image could capture her attention. Finally, frustrated, she simply turned off the television and stood up to survey the room.
This room was not small—about seventy to eighty square meters, bright and spacious, quite comfortably furnished. Kang Yansheng seemed to prefer modern design, with many furniture and decorations made of silver metallic materials, looking less like a home and more like an exhibition hall or—an operating room?
This man is indeed perverted; even his home decor is different from others! She snorted with a laugh and walked along the well-lit corridor towards the back.
She glanced around and discovered that despite the large floor space, there weren’t many rooms—only three in total: the master bedroom, guest room, and study. When she pushed open the study door, she was immediately stunned by the vast space and rich book collection.
About forty to fifty square meters, entirely covered with light gray carpet. Besides one wall being a full-length glass window with excellent lighting, the other three walls were lined with massive bookshelves, packed with books, with some additional books stacked in corners.
A cherry wood classic desk was placed in the center of the study, with a computer and a desk lamp on it. The entire study looked like a small library.
From her tour so far, she noticed one thing—Kang Yansheng was a man who paid great attention to cleanliness. Not only were items neatly arranged, but everything was spotless, quite different from the typical messy male habits.
Like Gao Zhongwei, who wasn’t exactly dirty but loved to throw things around. Once, when she visited his room, she was almost scared by the mountains of books, clothes, and miscellaneous items.
Gao Zhongwei would clear a spot on the floor for her to sit while mumbling about why his mother hadn’t come to clean the room… He was not as clean as Kang Yansheng.
Wait—what are you doing? How can you praise him? She horrifyingly reprimanded herself. For someone with such a strange temperament, having cleanliness obsession is normal; she had no need to praise him for such a trivial matter!
