A wave of panic rose in her heart. Like a startled fawn, she hurriedly lowered her head, turning her gaze back to the plain noodles before her, not daring to look up again.
Yet her heart, which had been as calm as still water, refused to settle, pounding relentlessly in her chest.
Why is this young master looking at me like that...?
Yilin thought to herself, her slender hand holding the chopsticks trembling slightly.
Seeing Yilin's endlessly bashful appearance, the smile at the corners of Lin Xuan's lips deepened.
This little nun truly was a delight.
However, he did not go over to strike up a conversation.
He knew that for a woman like Yilin, pure-hearted and firm in her faith, being too forward would only backfire.
There would be plenty of chances to get to know her slowly later.
Other than that brief exchange of glances, the two did not speak again.
After lunch, Lin Xuan had Xiaozhao book two superior rooms at the counter.
Although Xiaozhao was nominally his personal maid, and the two had grown rather close on the road, Lin Xuan was in no hurry to devour her whole.
Xiaozhao was still young, after all, and her mother's safety still weighed heavily on her mind.
Lin Xuan had every confidence that she would one day willingly give herself to him without reservation.
Night fell, and Huiyan Town gradually quieted down.
Lin Xuan and Xiaozhao returned to their respective rooms to rest.
The night deepened.
Lin Xuan lay on the bed in his guest room, resting with his eyes closed.
The inn had several floors, and Lin Xuan and Xiaozhao were staying on the second floor.
Suddenly, Lin Xuan's five senses, far sharper than those of an ordinary person, caught an extremely faint disturbance.
The sound had