He Miao did not know what Xia Yan should do now. She only knew that she was about to go crazy from the milky fragrance.
She firmly believed that Chen Zheng must have noticed something just now, so he deliberately used the milk to tempt her. However, the last trace of rationality in her was almost drowned by this sweet fragrance. Just as she was feeling uneasy, a glass of milk suddenly appeared in front of her and temporarily woke her up.
He Miao looked up in surprise and saw Mo Ran stretching out her arm and handing her a cup of freshly heated milk. Her exquisite eyes were filled with guilt. "Miss He, don't blame President Chen. He just cares too much about Miss Xia."
"Yes." He Miao nodded gently, as if she had agreed to her request. She reached out to take the cup and drank it in one gulp. The blood in her body seemed to be flowing happily.
Only then did she feel alive again, and her numb soul was relieved.
