Su Ruowan looked at the time. It was already 9:30 pm. Thinking that she still had a daughter at home, she gently lowered her head and kissed Jing Yanxi's tender little face. She placed him on the bed and covered him with a thin blanket before quietly leaving the room.
The living room outside was a little dark, and only a faint yellow wall lamp was lit at the entrance of the room.
Su Ruowan didn't expect Jing Muchen to go to bed so early today. She walked quietly to the sofa in the living room. She wanted to quietly pick up her bag and leave, but she didn't expect someone to be lying on the sofa.
Jing Muchen had his arms crossed over his chest. He was only wearing a white bathrobe and his eyes were closed, as if he had already fallen asleep.
Even when he was asleep, he was still in such a defensive posture. Su Ruowan secretly thought to herself. She gently moved her feet and walked over, only to find that her bag was being used as a pillow under her head.
