Fu Yihan picked up the milk and said nonchalantly, "Once I'm done drinking, take it away."
She was no servant!
"Oh."
Fu Yihan drank the milk neither too quickly nor too slowly, one sip at a time, without pausing, yet the milk seemed endless.
As the bottom of the glass became visible, Fu Yihan lifted his hand.
Su Qingnuan quickly reached out, took the milk glass, and turned to leave.
"Bring in some fruit."
Su Qingnuan froze in her tracks at the doorway and turned to glance at Fu Yihan. He was still facing away from her, looking completely at ease.
"...Alright."
After returning the empty glass to the kitchen, Su Qingnuan retrieved some fruit and brought it upstairs.
"Knock knock knock—"
No response.
He had just been inside—now he wasn't?
Su Qingnuan tentatively pushed the door, not expecting it to open so easily.
As the door swung inward, a pale hand came into view, followed by the rest of the figure.
"Fu Yihan?"
