Xia Ning quickly turned around. He took out the hot milk from the warm water pot, wiped the glass wall with a tissue, and handed it to Shao Qinghen.
Shao Qinghen took the milk and looked at Xia Ning affectionately. She clearly liked it.
Shao Qinghen drank hot milk. The temperature was just right. It was hot, but it wouldn't get hot. Xia Ning the standard of cooking milk was always very good.
"It's delicious." Shao Qinghen drank it and licked his lips.
"Isn't it milk?" "What's there to drink?" Xia Ning pouted. "It's good to drink if you cook it." Shao Qinghen took a step forward.
"I'm sleeping on the sofa today." Xia Ning took a step back. Then he turned and went upstairs. Shao Qinghen followed.
Xia Ning walked into the room and quickly picked up the quilt. He was about to come out, b
