Just Jiang Shu.
It seemed she thought of something bad, and her face puffed up at a visible speed, her whole being turning angry.
She walked into the bathroom, shut the door, turned the water flow to a minimum, brushed her teeth, washed her face, and changed into a brand-new face.
When she came back out, her gaze had become much firmer.
She packed her luggage, took Xiaoba and Xiaowu with her, and stood by the bed, looking once again at the man sleeping soundly.
After a long while, Liu Tingruo walked up to him, carefully lifted his face, and gently pecked it.
Then, her steps became resolute as she left.
About half a minute after the soft sound of the door, Jiang Shu also opened his eyes.
He had a biological clock, and this was the time he usually got up to make breakfast for Sister Ru.
Of course, that was the schedule during the three months they lived together.
But, in this more than a month apart, he never forgot this time, he could easily wake up then.
