At night, Chu lui was busy in the study room. The blue light from the computer reflected on his face. It was dark and quiet, like a bottomless ocean. He could not see what was inside. His fingers tapped on the keyboard lightly, and he had a pair of glasses on his face. He looked more refined, but in fact, he looked more dangerous.
knock, knock ... a series of knocks came from outside.
ah lui, it's me. Song Wan's voice came from outside.
Chu lui stood up and went over to help. Song Wan walked in with a glass of milk in her hand.
Thank you, Mom. Chu lui took it and placed it by his lips. He had already taken a sip, and it tasted the same. It was so familiar that it made his heart ache.
why do you like to drink this? " Song Wan could not understand her son's hobby. He was fine, but he did not want to drink milk or bottled milk. He had to drink milk powder, and it was baby milk powder.
