Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

Then he looked at Zhou Qingyou again, "Madam!"

“Come on, Qingyou… let’s see where these photos should be put.”

Yang Sen took Zhou Qingyou's hand and showed her around the house.

I walked all the way to the second floor and stood in that corridor.

"Look here... these are mostly photos of me! But from now on, there will be photos of both of us!"

Yang Sen showed him that there were photos on both sides of the corridor.

Zhou Qingyou nodded slightly.

"You must be tired! Come and rest for a bit!"

Yang Sen then pulled her along and walked forward.

Upon entering, it turned out to be a large glass conservatory.

As soon as you step inside, you feel warm and can see a variety of colorful flowers in full bloom.

Near the window was a long rocking chair, with tender ivy entwined around it.

In most homes, this ivy is fake, but here it is real and tangible.

"Sit down for a moment, I'll go downstairs and get you some juice!"

Yang Sen helped Zhou Qingyou sit in the rocking chair, then turned and left.

Zhou Qingyou looked at the white rocking chair she was sitting in, her fingers gently touching the tender green leaves on it.

The air is filled with the fragrance of flowers.

At this moment, all you see are delicate flowers.

The floor-to-ceiling windows in front of you offer a beautiful view of the villa's back garden.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, warming the entire house.

In winter, sitting here and reading a book is actually quite nice.

At this moment, Zhou Qingyou looked to the left and saw a small bookshelf in the middle of the flowers, which looked particularly antique.

She went over and rummaged through the books, only to find that they were all fairy tale books.

Zhou Qingyou was quite surprised that someone like Yang Sen would read fairy tales.

"So, do you like it?"

Yang Sen's voice suddenly rang out from behind, and the book in Zhou Qingyou's hand fell to the ground.

"What, did I scare you?"

Yang Sen smiled, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"A tiny bit!"

Zhou Qingyou put the book she was holding back into the bookshelf.

She sat down in the rocking chair.

This rocking chair is a double chair with a very clever design. There is a small support extending horizontally in the middle between the two people, on which teacups can be placed.

"Here, this is yours!"

Yang Sen had two glasses in his hands, and he handed the one in his left hand to Zhou Qingyou.

"Thank you!"

He squeezed fresh strawberry juice; the bright red strawberry juice flowed in the glass, and through the sunlight, you could vaguely see tiny black specks moving inside the glass as well.

Yang Sen put his cup on the shelf.

Before he even sat down, his eyes suddenly fixed on a flowerpot on the side.

"This position is wrong!"

He then walked over and reached out to adjust the position of the flowerpot.

Everything in the house has to be in its fixed position; otherwise, he'll feel very uncomfortable.

When Zhou Qingyou saw him adjusting the flowerpot, she subtly swapped the glass in her hand with the glass that Yang Sen had placed on the shelf.

Just as he finished changing, Yang Sen happened to turn his head around.

Zhou Qingyou felt her heart pounding; she was incredibly nervous.