Back home, Gu Qimiao took a shower and then leaned against the bed to play games on his tablet. Shen Yanchen came over and snatched the tablet away, frowning as he scolded her, "Stop playing with your phone and computer, read more books!"
"I'm about to win!"
"Drink your milk and go to sleep!"
Gu Qimiao pouted and took the cup he handed over. Shen Yanchen watched her tilt her head back to drink it down—a very normal scene, yet he couldn't help his throat tightening.
She drank half of the cup in one go, then lowered it, a residue of white milk left on her lips. She didn't notice and mumbled, "This isn't as good as red date milk."
"Let me try."
Gu Qimiao dumbly handed him the cup. Before she could speak, his lips were on hers, gently sucking the milk off her mouth. Her face flushed immediately as she pushed him away, "What are you doing?"
He licked his lips with his tongue, looking inexplicably seductive, "It's quite good, finish it."
