C35 Chapter 35

Hank's tone was cold, "It's sweet."

Sara was speechless. She thought, "Pure milk was tasteless!"

She put the glass back hastily and asked, "...Master, would you like some milk as well?"

"No." Hank pinched her fingers lightly, "It's late, time for bed."

Sara replied, "Okay." As she was turning sideway to pull her blanket, the collar of her pajamas slid aside