"Wuwu..."
An Yin cried more and more sadly, especially when she heard the occasional low growl from the man, which made her flustered and also curious about why the man would act like this.
The answer to this was only revealed when An Yin became pregnant with her first child. Of course, that's another story.
The little girl cowered at the head of the bed, her clear eyes filled with vigilance as she watched the direction of the corridor.
As she was on guard, she saw the man stepping in slippers, with long fingers emerging from the front end, and his strong, well-toned white-yellow calf. He was wearing a white bathrobe on his upper body.
An Yin slowly looked up and met the man's indifferent hawk-like eyes. His hair was still wet, reflecting a dim black light in the illumination.
The man slowly walked in her direction.
An Yin noticed he was holding a hairdryer.
