Before Xia Xiaonuan left, she stood at the door and mischievously spoke.
Before Nangong Yaoling could react, she had already vanished from the doorway.
The faint scent of milk lingered in the air.
Nangong Yaoling's eye twitched slightly.
In his mind, the image of her playing pranks with "spiked" milk resurfaced.
He couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.
He worked for ten minutes and glanced at the glass of milk in front of him.
Another ten minutes passed, and he looked again.
After another five minutes...
He frowned slightly, reached out, and picked up the glass of milk.
He tilted his head back and drank the milk in one go.
After finishing, milk still lingered on his mouth, but he didn't wipe it off. He set down the glass and continued working.
After a little while, a small figure sneaked to the study door.
