Frowning slightly, Zhang Yuan said nothing. Following the method Su Nian had once taught, she tied Luoz's tie and said somewhat impatiently, "Alright, you can go."
"I'm leaving." A flicker of light quickly passed through Luoz's eyes, and he released her waist before heading towards the door.
Their interactions were somewhat mismatched. Since Zhang Yuan became pregnant, she had set a daily schedule for herself, going to bed by ten at the latest and sleeping until eight or nine in the morning. Meanwhile, Luoz was used to staying up late and getting up early. Every time she woke up, there was no trace of him in bed, and annoyingly, whenever she left the house, someone would be following her, and no matter where she went, she was under someone else's gaze.
Luoz left, and Zhang Yuan shook her head, climbed back into bed, planning to have breakfast later. She habitually reached under her pillow for her diary, and instantly sat up in bed—gone?
