Just as Lily Shaw was ready to give up, the man hugging her pillow suddenly turned and shouted at her, "I want some milk!"
A discordant image flashed through Lily's mind, her cheeks flushed red, and she murmured, "If you want yogurt, just say yogurt."
Eldest Young Master Grant hugged Lily's pillow, waiting for the little woman to come upstairs with his yogurt, and occasionally a cunning gleam flashed in his eyes.
Lily Shaw stepped in, gently pushing the door open, looking at Eldest Young Master Grant with a silly tuft of hair standing up on his head, and she found him a tad more adorable than usual.
"Darling." Eldest Young Master Grant scooped a big spoonful of yogurt, called out to Lily Shaw, and quickly shoved the spoon into his mouth when she moved her head over.
Several black lines instantly appeared above Lily's head; could this guy be any more childish?
