If it weren't for the child, Zhang Yuan would never agree to spend the night in the same room with him.
"Don't wake the child." At some unknown time, Zhang Yuan had already stood behind him, and she couldn't help but smile as she watched his fascination with their son.
In the dim light, Luoz looked at her wearing only a white shirt, enchanting and alluring. Suddenly, he missed her flowing long hair, strands of which had once entangled his heart, "No, the little guy sleeps very deeply at night."
Zhang Yuan nodded, and Luoz pulled back the blanket, motioning for her to get into bed.
Under the cover of the light, Luoz couldn't see Zhang Yuan's flushed face, but he could imagine her shy demeanor.
Both of them lay on either side of Little Haoyan. Luoz propped himself up on his arm to look at her, "Where have you been all this time?"
"I've been wandering around, went to many places." It was still early, and Zhang Yuan, who was used to staying up late, found herself unable to sleep.
