C131 You Told Me Not to Move

"Oh. . . "

Han Zhiyu snorted lightly as she was half asleep.

She opened her eyes in a daze and used her hands to rub her slightly sore neck.

She turned her head and saw the man's handsome and cold side profile. Under the dim light, there was less of the usual sharpness and pressure.

She retracted her gaze and saw the hot milk on the table in front of her