Chapter 138: The Zhao's Family's Big Brother (2)

　　She had never been to Zhao Chengning's bedroom before. All of her previous visits were with her parents, so she had had no chance of entering his bedroom. In other words, this was closest she'd ever been to Zhao Chengning's private life.

　　There were 4 bedrooms on the second floor. At a glance, she could tell that two of them belonged to Old Master Zhao and Zhao Chengning's parents. As for the other two, she had difficulty deciding on which one belonged to Zhao Chengning.

　　In the end, she chose the door that had a poster of someone she didn't recognize.

　　In her mind, there was no way the serious Zhao Chengan would stick a poster on his bedroom door.

　　Mustering up her courage to reach out and open the door, what surprised her was that the door wasn't even locked.

　　With just a bit of strength, the door slowly opened and the nervousness in Jian Cishu's heart intensified.

　　Behind the door was the typical layout of a boy's bedroom. Neat and tidy, the room had no excessive decorations. Jian Cishu suppressed the excitement in her heart and took a deep breath.

　　It was Zhao Chengning's fragrance! She guessed correctly! This was his room!

　　Her heart suddenly raced!

　　Carefully stepping towards the large bed in the middle of the room, Jian Cishu heard a small voice speak to her: Just once, I'll touch his bed just once.

　　Her slender white fingers trembled uncontrollably as they came in contact with the bed's soft blanket made of swan feathers. Shortly after, her body gravitated towards the bed as well.

　　Just for a bit, I'll lie down for just a bit! Then I'll leave!

　　Jian Cishu mentally convinced herself as her body made contact with the bed.

　　However, she suddenly heard a flurry of light footsteps.

　　When one felt guilty about something, their senses would become exceptionally sharp and they'd be able to hear sounds they normally wouldn't be able to pick up.

　　Despite her enhanced senses, her reflexes were unable to keep up. A man's chilly voice could be heard before she could even rise from the bed.

　　"What are you doing?" It was a low and magnetic voice, yet it sounded completely different from Zhao Chengning's voice.

　　Jian Cishu finally stood up. Her guilt-ridden gaze fell upon the intruder and all of the blood in her body froze up, almost as if it had coagulated.