Sang Yu didn't go back to her room, but waited in the living room.
    Half an hour later, the sound of a motorcycle came from outside. Sang Yu's eyes lit up, and she immediately got up from the sofa and turned on the living room light.
    Huo Yan entered and paused slightly, frowning.
    Sang Yu was only wearing a pale yellow nightgown, her long, fluffy black hair softly falling over her shoulders. Like a little rabbit waiting to be fed, she ran to him.
    "Brother Yan!"
    Huo Yan was carrying a large bag of things.
    Sang Yu blinked. "Hmm, why did you buy so much?"
    Huo Yan's expression was indifferent. He carried the bag to the counter and poured himself a glass of water.
    His Adam's apple bobbed, his sharp jawline was neat and handsome, and he said calmly, "I didn't know what brand you liked, so I bought them all."
    Sang Yu was stunned. She opened the bag and saw that it contained various brands of milk.
    She blinked, a slight moisture welling up in her heart.
    Only Huo Yan…
    In both her lives, only Huo Yan, only he would treat her this well.
    Huo Yan saw her stunned expression and frowned, assuming it wasn't her usual drink. "What, you don't like any of them?"
    Sang Yu immediately shook her head. "No, I like them all. 60SH. LOVE."
    "Oh." Huo Yan smiled slightly, reaching out to ruffle her hair. "Then hurry up and finish drinking before going to sleep."
    Sang Yu nodded, opened a carton of milk, poured herself a glass, and then poured one for him.
    Huo Yan frowned and said indifferently, "I don't drink it."
    What kind of boy drinks milk?
    Sang Yu looked at him, her eyes sparkling. "It's very delicious, and it's also good for your health. Brother Yan, you should try it."
    Huo Yan frowned, looking down at the milk the girl was offering to her lips.
    Sang Yu blinked. "Brother Yan, drink it."
    Huo Yan: "..."
    The girl leaned forward slightly, her loose nightgown swaying slightly, revealing a faint haze underneath.
    Huo Yan looked away, his Adam's apple bobbing.
    He suddenly wanted milk.
    Sang Yu frowned at him. She clearly remembered that Huo Yan loved drinking milk in his previous life.
    And her habit of drinking milk before bed was something he had instilled in her.
    Back then, he would make her drink a glass of milk before bed every day, and then... he would start drinking milk himself.
    Sang Yu blushed slightly, thinking of certain scenes from her previous life. Her expression became somewhat unnatural as she put down the cup.
    "Okay then, I'll drink it myself."
    She said, picking up the Linyi North Milk cup with both hands and obediently tilting her head back to drink it in small sips.
    Huo Yan's gaze fell on her face, his tongue pressing against the roof of his mouth.
    Damn.
    He didn't speak, but picked up another glass of milk from the table and downed it in one gulp.
    
    Sang Yu was startled. "Brother Yan?"
    Huo Yan finished his drink, put down the glass, and looked down at her.
    Sang Yu blinked, a ring of white liquid clinging to
    the corner of her pink lips. "Didn't you say you wouldn't drink it?" Huo Yan's gaze fell on the white liquid on her lips, his eyes darkening.
    Seeing him staring at her, Sang Yu paused, then understood. She immediately blushed, lowered her head, and licked her lips with her tongue.
    Her pink tongue flicked out briefly before quickly retracting.
    Huo Yan looked at her, then suddenly grabbed her and lifted her onto the countertop.
    Before Sang Yu could react, she felt herself suspended in mid-air before landing on the cool marble countertop.
    "Brother Yan, what are you doing?"
    Sang Yu was startled, many scenes from her past life flashing before her eyes.
    Huo Yan used to love bullying her on the kitchen counter; she was practically a pitiful little thing being stripped bare and manipulated at will.
    Therefore, Sang Yu had a natural, secret fear and anticipation of the kitchen counter.
    Huo Yan's expression remained indifferent, his handsome face expressionless. He pressed down on Sang Yu's fidgeting leg with one hand, raising his eyes to stare at her calmly. "Don't move."
    Sang Yu's heart was pounding. She was a little dazed and scared, and looked down at him. "Brother Yan, didn't you say you wouldn't... you know... me?"
    Huo Yan looked at her, amused by her, and raised an eyebrow slightly. "Which one?"
    Sang Yu blushed, feeling her leg, which he was pressing down on, getting a little hot. "You know... you know..."
    Huo Yan stared at her, seemingly deliberately forcing her to say those words.
    "You know... you know? Hmm?"
    Sang Yu: "..."
    Huo Yan looked at her, chuckled slightly, and reached out to lift her chin, making her look at him.
    Sang Yu pursed her lips, her heart pounding, but she met his gaze directly.
    Huo Yan's fingertips gently brushed against the corner of her lips, his rough, warm palm carrying a burning heat that transferred to her skin upon contact.
    The few seconds felt like an eternity.
    Huo Yan looked away, suppressing the emotions in his eyes, and said calmly, "All done."
    It turned out he was just wiping the milk off the corner of her lips.
    Sang Yu lowered her head, her tone somewhat disappointed. "Oh."
    Huo Yan seemed to see through her thoughts, and chuckled slightly. He reached out and lifted her off the counter. "Go to sleep."
    He let go, preparing to leave.
    But Sang Yu reached out and hugged his waist, refusing to let go.
    Huo Yan's eyes darkened. "Are you courting death?"
    Sang Yu blinked, looking at him innocently. "No, Brother Yan, my legs are numb. Can you carry me back to my room?"
    The girl spoke innocently, her dark, captivating eyes holding a cunning allure that she made no attempt to hide.