This tactic seemed to have some effect, as she gradually relaxed.
He Nan saw her subtle movements, and he slightly pursed his lips. Was it because his expression was too stern that she was so afraid of him?
He tried to soften his tone, "I brought you a bottle of malted milk, take it home and drink it later."
Her complexion was a bit rosier than the last time he saw her, which must mean the malted milk was somewhat effective.
"Ah?" Shen Mianmian was stunned for a moment, her expression somewhat dazed, "I haven't finished the malted milk from last time."
She only used a small spoonful at a time, and by now, more than half the bottle was still untouched.
"You haven't finished it?" He Nan slightly furrowed his brows, appearing somewhat dissatisfied.
Shen Mianmian answered honestly, "There's still more than half a bottle left."
The malted milk was especially tasty, sweet and fragrant, very enjoyable, but she dared not drink too much of it.
