The slight sound from the bathroom door resonated.
Huo Anqi didn't have time to retort to Huo Yao, his little body immediately lay flat, eyes tightly closed, long and curled eyelashes trembling slightly.
Huo Yao watched this whole series of actions, her small mouth slightly agape.
Qin Ruan emerged from the bathroom, saw him sitting dumbfounded on the bed, staring in astonishment at his younger son, and asked with a smile, "Why isn't Ayao asleep yet?"
"Going to sleep now!"
Adhering to an unbreakable brotherly bond, Huo Yao did not expose his brother's feigned sleep.
He honestly lay on the bed, his dark clear eyes fixed on his mother.
Qin Ruan, towel-drying her hair, walked to the door, and picked up the rolled-up sketch that was on the cabinet in her hands.
Under Huo Yao's gaze, she opened the curtains and stepped onto the balcony.
The dark night outside, dim streetlights below casting a warm glow on her solemn and delicate features.
