Chapter 17 His hand, through the silk fabric, touched the hot, soft area around his mother's waist.

Lin Mo sat on the living room sofa, staring at the ceiling.

The sound from the second floor was very faint.

The showerhead was off, the bathroom door opened and closed, and there were faint footsteps in the bedroom.

He couldn’t tell if it was his mother’s footsteps, his father’s footsteps, or both of them moving.

He waited for about ten minutes.

Then the sound of a door opening came from the second floor. Footsteps moved along the corridor, reached the stairwell, and began to descend.

It is the mother.

He could tell from the rhythm of the footsteps.

The…