Where the milk powder came from, Su Yuncheng didn't explain, so Lin Nianhe didn't ask further.
Sipping the milk little by little, the warm sweetness filled her stomach, making her break into slight sweat, feeling much more relaxed.
Su Yuncheng watched her drink the milk like a little cat, gentleness filling his deep eyes.
Lin Nianhe couldn't finish half of it and felt uneasy to let Su Yuncheng drink what she left, so she forced herself to continue.
A gulp of milk stayed in her mouth, unable to swallow for quite a while.
Seeing this, Su Yuncheng chuckled and reached out his hand to her: "If you can't drink it, put it down. Don't force yourself."
Lin Nianhe's cheeks reddened slightly as she handed back the enamel mug to him.
Su Yuncheng sealed the mug and turned to her: "Lie down for a bit longer?"
Perhaps due to the warm milk, Lin Nianhe really felt sleepy.
She wriggled back down to lie, wanting to say some more, but her eyelids were so heavy they closed on their own.
