Ling Yin's eyes were filled with an intoxicating smile, a feeling of happiness enveloping his entire being.
He stopped talking and focused on drinking his porridge.
The room was warm, and Hua Hua had intentionally set the central air conditioning to a high temperature. He took off his light jacket, leaving only a light beige shirt, yawned, and sat there pouring himself a glass of milk, drinking it.
Hua Hua adored drinking milk and even more enjoyed taking milk baths, believing it made his skin feel amazing.
As Ling Yin watched him drink milk, and occasionally stick his tongue out to lick the rim of the cup, he couldn't help but swallow hard. He finally understood why the boss had looked like he wanted to swallow An Ying whole when he watched her drink milk—it was an unbearable itch.
