The Last Candlelight Dinner
Éditeur: Larbre Studio
Liu Wanxin snorted out loud and said, "Am I the one who is actually overthinking it, or are you? Bring her back tomorrow then. I really do not like her. In the future, you should appear infrequently in front of me."
Yin Muchen stretched his hand out to touch the strands of white hair on his mother's forehead, and he said, "Mummy, thank you."
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After leaving Liu Wanxin's room, Yin Muchen went into his own room. There was a small kitten curled up on the bed; Yin Shuiling was sleeping obediently.
As he looked at the girl's sleeping face, Yin Muchen had a smile on his face before he went into the bathroom to take a bath.
He came out five minutes later when he was done showering. He went to the bed and lifted the blankets up to get underneath the blankets. He used one muscular arm to curl that soft, petite body into his embrace.