Wen Sheng, still half asleep and drowsily cute, shook her head and mumbled, "I don't want to sleep anymore."
A tender smile played on Fu Yanlin's lips as he stroked her hair gently, cajoling her, "Then get up and have some milk."
Wen Sheng chuckled, "Alright."
Fu Yanlin handed her a glass of milk once she sat up. His long fingers were accentuated by the vertically ridged glass, looking clean and strong. Wen Sheng took a sip, the temperature was just right and the flavor of the milk quickly filled her mouth.
She sipped the whole glass bit by bit.
Fu Yanlin took the empty glass and placed it on the bedside table. Noticing a milk stain on her lips, he mischievously asked her, "Is it good?"
Wen Sheng nodded, somehow this milk seemed more delicious than usual.
Fu Yanlin nodded, "Let me have a taste."
