"Oh, thank you."
Shi Nian took the glass of milk, the warmth seeping through the glass into her palms.
"Well, I'll head upstairs first." She couldn't quite explain why; she just wanted to escape, overwhelmed with anxiety.
"While it's true that drinking milk at night aids sleep, in your current state, a glass of milk won't do much." His voice, resonant like a piano string, stood firm in the shadows.
He took long strides to the living room, turned on the dim light, then walked to the sofa and patted the backrest, saying, "Come here."
Shi Nian drew a breath and stepped back, saying, "It's fine."
However, he raised his eyes and commanded, not allowing refusal, "When I call you over, come obediently."
His voice seemed to enchant... Shi Nian couldn't help but walk over, clutching the milk tightly, saying, "What do you want to do?"
