He used his phone to dial a video call.
The call was answered and Yan Huan waved to him.
"Did you drink the milk?"
Lu Yi smiled tenderly, just like ice melting in early spring, chilly and warm yet refreshing. He turned his phone the other way round, filming the glass on the table and the laptop which was already shut.
"Yes, of course, I did,"
He drank two glasses a day for nearly a year. If he did not drink it, he would feel uneasy.
Yan Huan kissed her phone as if she was kissing Lu Yi's face, then she turned her face. Lu Yi was still not used to it, but he brushed an airy kiss anyway.
He would not have dreamt of himself doing something so childish back then, but he actually did it now and was not tired of it.
Yan Huan had been sitting on the bed with her legs crossed, waiting for Lu Yi's call. She was worried he might be too busy, so she did not call him.
