It's prepared by my Brother Qingyi.
Muo Huangnian froze entirely, looking at the milk in the wooden cup in disbelief, until Manman waved her hand in front of his eyes, "What's wrong, Brother Muo... Don't you like the milk prepared by Brother Qingyi?"
"No," he regained his senses, forcing a smile, "I like it very much. Thank you, Manman, for bringing me milk at night."
"That's good, you scared me. I thought you didn't like it," Qin Manman patted her small chest, and smiled sweetly, "Actually, you don't need to thank me. It was Brother Qingyi who said you might not have eaten enough at night and worried you'd be hungry, so he asked me to bring you milk to thank you... Don't be fooled by his appearance, he's actually very shy."
Muo Huangnian watched as the corners of her mouth were filled with a sweet smile. He lowered his eyes and slowly drank all the milk, not leaving a drop.
He said hoarsely, "It's very good, Manman, thank Qingyi for me."
