"Cain, I'm back."
Saphen pushed the door open and walked into the room. Almost immediately, a small figure lunged toward him, throwing himself straight into Saphen's arms, his entire face buried against Saphen's stomach.
Saphen chuckled and rubbed Cain's head, saying softly, "You're still not asleep at this hour? How many times have I told you already."
Cain grinned happily. "I was doing my homework. Besides, I can't sleep unless Saphen is here."
"Tsk, how old are you already, still clinging to people like this?"
Just then, another voice suddenly rang out. The smile on Cain's face faded almost at the same instant. His arms were still wrapped around Saphen's waist as he lifted his eyes—and immediately met a completely unfamiliar face, one that looked improper at first glance.
What was more, the man was holding a crate of milk in his arms. After that, Saphen even pulled Cain slightly aside to make room for the man to come in.
