Yin Shuiling firmly gripped her skirt in both hands. She didn't want Sister Yilin to live here.
This was her and her older brother's home.
She didn't want a third party chipping in.
"Older Brother..." Yin Shuiling held out a fair and dainty little hand and clasped his fingertip on her jaw.
"Muchen." Yilin opened the door and burst in.
Seeing the man and girl on the desk, Yilin's smile faded. She stood at the door and shrugged. "Sorry..."
Seeing that Sister Yilin had arrived, Yin Shuiling let go of Yin Muchen's hand. Yin Muchen looked at her and also let go of her jaw. He stood up straight and put his hands in his trouser pockets. His black gaze swept to Yilin as he asked with displeasure, "Don't you know how to knock when entering someone's room?"
Yilin knew she was wrong and apologized again. "Sorry, I just wanted to ask — which room will I be sleeping in?"
