C317 Sweet to the Point of Cloying

"Mei, hurry up and drink some milk. This is just hot enough."

As soon as Su Mei sat down, Wai Si handed her a cup of steaming hot milk.

"Yes."

Su Mei's voice was as soft as a mosquito's, and the color of her face had yet to fade.

She reached out her hand, took the milk, and sipped it.

"It's fine, it's fine. I don't blame you. If you want to blame someone, blame our brat