After the breakup, I was taken in by a group of trendy young women.

The villa's entrance door is a double door with brass handles on the mahogany panel, and it opens without making a sound.

The blond guy was the first to rush in, his honey-brown twin ponytails swinging like two propellers as he ran.

She stood in the entryway, frozen in place as if a pause button had been pressed, then took a deep, long breath, her chest heaving, causing the neckline of her slip dress to rise and fall slightly.

"The air is different!"

Her voice was ethereal as she spoke, and the shards of light reflected from the crystal chandelier in the entryway were mirrored in her deep brown pupils.

The tattooed arm followed her in, the koi fish on it gleaming faintly blue under the light.

She took the cigarette out of her mouth, looked up at the crystal chandelier, remained silent for a long while, and then uttered her second exclamation of the day in an extremely rare, shocked tone: "This chandelier—is bigger than the living room in our old shared apartment."

A woman with floral tattoos squeezed in from behind her, her canvas shoes making a soft rustling sound on the marble floor tiles.

She crouched down and touched the grout between the floor tiles, then looked up at the spiral staircase leading from the entrance to the second floor. The rose tattoo on her leg was a striking red under the light.

She spoke in a professional, meticulous tone, as if appraising some important object: "The floor tiles are natural marble, not composite. The seams are seamless; I've only ever seen this kind of craftsmanship in magazines before."

Green-haired and pink-haired girls peeked out from behind her, their earrings rubbing together in a mess.

They saw the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room and screamed like boiling water.

Qi Liuhai was the last to walk in, carrying Wangcai. The cat poked its paw out of its space capsule cat carrier and patted the plastic wall, its ears standing straight up.

Lin Ye leaned against the mahogany door frame in the entryway, crossed his legs, and held an unlit cigarette between his fingers, watching the eight girls dart around the villa like eight sparrows just released from their cages.

But the excitement didn't last long—ten minutes later, after running around the entire villa three times, the eight girls returned to the living room and stood in front of him, each with the same expression: something was wrong.

The blond guy was the first to make trouble.

She stood with her hands on her hips, her face tilted back, her deep brown eyes gleaming with interrogation: "Brother, you call this a villa? This sofa is leather, this coffee table is marble, this chandelier is crystal—but there are eight bedrooms on the second floor, and each bedroom only has a bed and a wardrobe, not even a dressing table! Where are we supposed to put on our makeup in the morning?"

The woman with the tattooed arm chimed in, leaning against the railing of the spiral staircase with her arms crossed, her voice full of dissatisfaction: "Exactly! There isn't even a TV in the bedroom. I can't even watch a screen when I want to lie down and play games."

Hua Tui poked his head out of the kitchen, holding a brand-new stainless steel pot: "The kitchen has a pot and a stove, but no bowls! No chopsticks! No dish soap! If we want to eat instant noodles tonight, we don't even have a bowl. Are we planning to eat them directly from the pot?"

Green Hair ran down from the second floor, her mint-green earrings slipping down to cover half her face. She leaned on the stair railing and yelled, "Brother! There's a bathtub in the bathroom, but no shower gel! And not even a toilet paper holder next to the toilet!"

A pink-haired girl peeked out from behind her, her peach-pink hair swaying slightly, and added, "There's not even a soap dish on the sink! No hand sanitizer either!"

Qi Liuhai stood in front of the French windows, holding Wangcai in his arms. He spoke up for once, his voice soft but every word incredibly clear: "Wangcai doesn't have a cat bed either. It circled around the second floor three times, and finally lay down in my suitcase and refused to come out."

After summarizing everyone's complaints, Huang Mao took a step forward, looked up at Lin Ye, and said in an extremely serious tone, as if announcing a major decision for Xi Yao, "Brother, this house looks nice, but it's inconvenient to live in. You have to figure something out."

Lin Ye took the cigarette out of his mouth and placed it on the entryway cabinet.

The system does provide "move-in ready," but the system's understanding of "move-in ready" and the understanding of "move-in ready" by these energetic young women are clearly not the same.

The system thought that having a bed and a wardrobe was enough, but they needed much more than that.

Huang Mao took another step forward, standing face to face with Lin Ye, the neckline of her slip dress brushing against his chest.

She tiptoed closer to his ear, her strawberry-scented lip balm shimmering under the light, and whispered:

"Brother, if you could put the same energy you used when you kissed me on the sofa into the renovation, this house would be habitable tomorrow."

"I don't know how to do renovations! I don't have the skills!"

Lin Ye took the cigarette out of his mouth and took a half step back.

Just then, Qi Liuhai suddenly raised his hand and made the gesture of a primary school student giving a speech.

Wangcai jumped down from her arms and squatted on her canvas shoes, licking its paws.

She lowered her head and straightened her bangs that were askew to the right, and whispered, "Brother, shouldn't we let Sister Zhou take a look? She owns more than a dozen rental properties, she definitely knows how to decorate them."

The blond guy was stunned for a moment, and the tattooed man was also stunned for a moment. Then the two of them exchanged a look that said, "How come we didn't think of such a simple principle?"

But Lin Ye shook his head. He took out his phone from his pocket, glanced at the time, and said with certainty, "Forget it, the house is almost fully furnished, it's just missing some furniture and household items. Even if Sister Zhou came, she couldn't conjure up bowls and chopsticks. We'll make do for tonight, and I'll take you to buy furniture tomorrow."

After saying that, he put his phone back in his pocket, took two steps forward to stand directly at the bottom of the spiral staircase, looked up at the row of closed bedroom doors on the second floor, and then waved his hand with a gesture so large it was like a general commanding an army: "Alright, go pick a room yourself!"

The eight young women were stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening at the same time.

The blond guy was the first to rush up the stairs, his honey-brown twin ponytails almost hitting his tattooed face.

The tattooed arm followed closely behind, grabbing the stair railing for leverage as it leaped upwards, its canvas shoes thumping loudly on the wooden steps.

Flower Legs followed in third place, the rose tattoo on her leg appearing and disappearing as she climbed the stairs.

Green and pink fur flanked them from both sides, their earrings rubbing together on the spiral staircase.

The sisters, Shen Qing and Shen Na, walked side by side in the middle, unhurried, but the smiles they exchanged were undisguised.

Qi Liuhai carried Wangcai at the very back, and the cat poked its head out from under her elbow, one ear perked up as it watched the group of crazy women fighting over the room.

Huang Mao was the first to push open the door to the master bedroom in the middle of the second floor.

As soon as the door opened, she stood frozen in the doorway—the master bedroom was larger than she had imagined, with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the garden, and the setting sun streaming in from outside bathing the entire bed in a golden hue.

She turned around and shouted downstairs, her voice so loud it could probably be heard even in the underground parking garage: "Brother! I want this one! This one is closest to you—no, this one has the best sunlight!"

The tattooed man squeezed in from behind her, peered into the master bedroom through the door frame, clicked his tongue and said it was too girly for me, then turned and pushed open the door to the adjacent second bedroom.

The window in this room faces east, so it gets sunlight in the morning and is cooler in the afternoon. She nodded in satisfaction, tossed her snakeskin bag onto the bed, and declared her ownership: "This room is mine! Nobody can take it from me—the lighting is perfect for playing games, and it doesn't reflect light during the day!"

Hua Tui chose the room next door with a small balcony because she could put her yoga mat on the balcony.

Green Hair and Pink Hair chose the largest secondary bedroom across the hall. The two insisted on living together, saying that they could stay in a row until midnight without having to communicate via WeChat.

Shen Qing and Shen Na chose the suite with a private bathroom at the end of the corridor. The two sisters shared a room, just like they usually did in a shared apartment.

Qi Liu Hai chose the smallest bedroom near the stairwell. She said it was close to everyone, so if anyone called out, they would hear her. Plus, the bay window was just the right size to fit Wangcai's cat bed.

The eight girls spent twenty minutes assigning rooms. Suddenly, Huang Mao remembered something. She leaned halfway out from the second-floor railing, her honey-brown pigtails swaying twice, and called out, "Brother! Which room are you sleeping in?"

Lin Ye stood up from the living room sofa, walked to the door of the master bedroom, looked at Huang Mao's expectant face, reached out and pulled her away from the door frame, and then went in himself.

He stood in the middle of the master bedroom, looked at the garden outside the floor-to-ceiling window that was bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, then looked at the spacious bed behind him that could fit eight people, and turned to face the eight pairs of eyes staring at him from the hallway.

"I'll sleep in the master bedroom."

He paused, then a smile curved his lips.

"If anyone wants to squeeze in, they can knock on the door."