It wasn't quite late at night yet. Through the window, the lights from the neighboring houses could still be seen shining brightly. With her newly formed idea in mind, Xiao Heqing slowly sat up in bed.
Just as she was about to get up, she suddenly heard Lin Xiaoli's voice coming from the living room. "Ranran, has Qingqing gone to bed?" Startled, Xiao Heqing froze, not daring to move a muscle.
Outside in the study, Lin Zhengran was making up the single bed. Hearing his mother's curious question and the sound of her plopping down on his mattress, he replied, "She just lay down. She shouldn't be asleep yet."
"Is that so? Then I'll go check on Qingqing. This is her very first time spending the night at our house."
Soon, Xiao Heqing heard Mrs. Lin knocking on the door. Panicking, she shrank back under the covers, hastily straightened the quilt, and gripped the edge tightly with both small hands, looking like a perfectly well-behaved child.
