Ariel Morris smiled faintly, "Am I such a delicate person? It's fine. You made this for me, I can't waste your intentions."
As Ariel Morris spoke, she reached out to take the cup from Arlo Seys' hand.
Arlo Seys stepped back two steps, his voice deep and somewhat frightening, "I said it's cold and shouldn't be drunk! Didn't you hear me clearly?"
Arlo Seys' voice was low and deep, even his face looked a bit unpleasant. Ariel Morris looked at Arlo Seys with her eyes wide open, a bit confused.
Why is Arlo in such a bad mood tonight?
Did she say something wrong?
Or is it something unsatisfactory at work?
Arlo Seys blurted out a low roar, only realizing after the words left his mouth that his face and tone were too heavy, he surely unintentionally hurt Ariel. He softened his tone by thirty percent, explaining: "What I mean is, drinking cold milk is uncomfortable for the stomach. If you want to drink it, I'll make you a fresh cup."
