Clara finished buttoning up her crisp white blouse and stepped out of the room, her eyes immediately landing on lan. He sat cross-legged on the plush, oversized couch, deeply engrossed in a game of chess with Grandpa Reed.

lan wore a black turtleneck sweater that hugged his physique just so, paired with impeccably tailored slacks. His posture was upright, and the lines of his lean thighs were impossible to ignore under the soft fabric. The sleeves of his sweater were casually rolled up, revealing the defined contours of his forearms.

His aura was one of refined elegance, so stark against the humble backdrop of the family room that it was jarring.

As Clara approached, Reed called out with a hearty chuckle, "Clara, dear, come give me a hand here. This young man's chess game is no joke - he's beaten me three times already!"

Clara smiled and settled down beside Reed, her gaze shifting to lan with a mock frown. "You could show some mercy to your elders, you know. Ever heard of going easy?"

lan's lips curved in a teasing smile. "Grandpa Reed's the chess champ around here. Pulling punches would be an insult, right?"

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