Gu Ningyi's hand slowly lifted, Dong Xin Yan was about to hand him the milk, but he didn't take it. Instead, he grabbed her slender wrist, and with a slight force, she was pulled forward, directly falling into Gu Ningyi's arms.
The milk in her hand was not held steadily, and the cup fell onto the carpet, with the white liquid pouring out completely, soaking the mat.
Dong Xin Yan widened her eyes in astonishment, reflexively trying to push Gu Ningyi away, but it was as if he anticipated it. His arm quickly wrapped around her waist, tightly confining her in front of him.
Unable to push him away, and not daring to forcefully push him, Dong Xin Yan had to place her hands against Gu Ningyi's chest, pulling back slightly to create some distance. She lifted her face slightly and said in a low voice, "Mr. Gu, is something wrong?"
Gu Ningyi lowered his gaze, his black eyes like ink, deep and profound, yet inside there were faint ripples, as if light waves were swirling.
