An Lin had never regretted impersonating the Blood Martial Wanderer as much as he did now.
A simple cup of milk had put him in a huge bind.
A fragrant scent wafted from the creamy-white milk before him, and he knew that its taste would probably be very delicious. However, he was unable to overcome the obstacle in his mind.
Admittedly, drinking cow milk or horse milk were both very normal behaviors. However, this dragon-horse milk was different. After all, it had been produced by a highly intelligent life form. Moreover, the producer of this milk was currently gazing at him affectionately. As such, the hidden significance behind this cup of milk was quite different from ordinary cow or horse milk.
An Lin was extremely hesitant at this moment.
Was his hard-to-maintain disguise going to crumble here?
