Did Yin Moran come downstairs?
Lin Qian was startled and turned to look ahead, only to see Yin Moran walking toward her, clad in a black robe, leisurely.
When she had come downstairs, she had only turned on one wall lamp, and now, under the warm yellow light, the man's tall figure slowly approached, blurring his sharp edges with a somewhat hazy beauty.
It was not until Yin Moran stood in front of her that she realized she had been openly admiring someone.
Lin Qian quickly came back to herself and reached up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear to hide her discomfort.
"Hmm, I just finished putting the kids to sleep and came down to have some water."
The woman's eyes darted away, and a suspicious flush crossed behind her ear.
Yin Moran curved into a pleased smile and stood beside her.
The room was silent, and Lin Qian thought she could hear her own heartbeat.
"Um, thanks again for letting my son and me stay."
Lin Qian looked at Yin Moran and gave him a grateful smile.