Bo Yanching had never seen such a messed-up fridge before.
He pressed against his brow, searched carefully, and finding no milk, he grabbed her hand-shaken milk tea and prepared it with hot water in a cartoon cup.
Returning to the living room, Nan Jiaojiao was leaning against the sofa, hugging one knee and nestled on the carpet, wrapped in a thin blanket. Hearing footsteps, she turned her head and generously offered half of her blanket.
"You wanna come in and get warm?"
Bo Yanching handed her the milk tea, sat down beside her, but wrapped most of the blanket around her. He put his arm around her shoulder, and Nan Jiaojiao obediently snuggled over.
"It's not good, it should be iced." She frowned deeply after just one sip.
Bo Yanching blocked her with a sentence, "Don't even think about it."
Nan Jiaojiao was persistent, "I still have a box of cake, I'll go get it."
