Su Jia walked out of the bedroom and saw the person busy in the kitchen from afar.
She paced over, trying to explain, "Lu Yanhe, the person who just called me was..."
But Lu Yanhe interrupted her before she could finish, "I've warmed up the milk for you, drink some before you go to work."
After saying that, he handed the cup of milk to her.
Su Jia was momentarily stunned. Seeing him like this, the words she was about to say got stuck in her throat.
This version of him made her reluctant to even deceive him.
Su Jia slightly lowered her head, her eyes softened as she quietly said, "Okay."
But as she drank, she accidentally choked and started to cough uncomfortably.
"Drink slowly," Lu Yanhe lifted his hand and gently brushed the corner of her lips with his fingertip, wiping away the bit of milk that had spilled from her coughing.
His tenderness was a bit overbearing, as if hiding a trap, causing Su Jia to suddenly feel an unprecedented panic.
