C930 The Object of Coquettishness

It was late at night, but Xiao Midou was sitting on a chair with a cup of water. He sipped the water obediently and slowly.

He was thirsty, but the way he drank the water and the way he drank it did not seem thirsty at all.

When he said he was not thirsty, he slowly finished the cup of water.

The kitchen was quiet. The three of them did not speak at this time