But as soon as this thought occurred to him, he squashed it.
This woman was, after all, his Little Aunt, who had taken care of him for so many years and made countless sacrifices for him.
Under no circumstances could he treat her like any other woman; he had to show her the utmost respect.
Lin Tian rubbed his eyes and pretended to have just woken up, then sat up, "What time is it, Little Aunt?"
"It's almost eight o'clock," Zhou Xinlan said.
"Oh, I see."
As Lin Tian prepared to get dressed, Zhou Xinlan hurriedly exited the room, not daring to linger a moment longer.
Back in the kitchen, however, Zhou Xinlan found herself repeatedly beset with images of the shocking sight she had encountered in Lin Tian's room; she knew she shouldn't think about that aspect of Lin Tian, but she couldn't stop her thoughts from wandering there.
It wasn't until Huang Yingying entered the kitchen that Zhou Xinlan finally managed to chase away the intrusive thoughts.
