C55 Milk

"So hungry? Not full at night?" Yung Chi stared unblinkingly at Qing Huan in front of him. He leaned over and looked at her with a loving gaze across the dining table.

"Eat, I'm full." Qing Huan's face became redder and redder, almost burying her face into the bowl.

"Don't eat too fast. Do you want to drink a cup of milk?" As he spoke, Yung Chi's body kept moving forward