Lin Qian supported Yin Moran into his room.
The decor was a mix of gray, white, and black—an understated luxury that suited his proud and aloof taste.
She helped Yin Moran sit down on the nearby sofa, and behind her, Candy and Lin Zirui exchanged a glance, silently taking the butler's hand and leaving the room.
The door closed, leaving only the two of them in the room.
Lin Qian felt a bit uncomfortable as she looked at the man sitting on the sofa. With concern, she asked, "Where are you hurt? Do you need a doctor to have a look?"
Since the stairs were made of wood, she wasn't sure just how badly Yin Moran had fallen.
Yin Moran glanced at Lin Qian, said nothing, and stood up. His long, beautiful fingers began to undo the buttons of his shirt one by one, revealing his delicate collarbone.
Lin Qian: "..."
What is he doing?
Why... why is he taking off his clothes!
Lin Qian instinctively stepped back, "You... why are you taking off your clothes?"