Out of a sense of propriety, Lin Yuxi let him in. But making tea was a step too far; her courtesy had its limits. Zhou Yanjing stepped inside, his gaze sweeping slowly, deliberately, around the room. It was a twenty-year-old house, after all, with a design and decor that leaned toward a more classical style. After getting it back from her aunt, Lin Yuxi had completely overhauled it. She had change