Capítulo 34: Intimate

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

He Miao woke up after two hours of sleep, but her mind was still not very clear.

She did not know that this body of hers would have such a big reaction after drinking. Otherwise, she would not have drunk.

He Miao hammered head throbbed with a dull pain and walked out of the room in a daze.

The servant waiting outside the door immediately handed her a glass of milk and explained to her, "The young master heated it up especially for you."

He Miao's eyes widened when he saw the milk.

Ever since she found out that milk could make her more beautiful, she would drink milk every day. She only did not drink any today, and at this time, her body's desire for milk had reached its limit.

She picked up the cup and drank it in one gulp. Then, she rubbed her stomach in satisfaction. She looked so childish that even the servant could not help but laugh. "Then, shall I take you to the Young Master?"

"Alright," she said. He Miao nodded and followed behind her.

In her mind, there was no Jing Yan, who had broken off the engagement with her. There was only the good young master who gave her milk, so she was naturally happy to go and find him.

When He Miao arrived, they were watching a horror movie in the home theater.

He Wei cried out in fear and leaned closer to Jing Yan on her right. However, Jing Yan was as unmoved as a block of wood. Even if she leaned to the right, she could not touch him because she was blocked by the arm of the chair.

She continued to pretend to be afraid, but someone knocked on the door of the theater.

Jing Yan reacted quickly and stood up. He explained to the dumbfounded people, "Maybe Grandpa is looking for me. I'll go take a look first and be back soon."

Mu Xiao casually waved his hand. He was looking at a terrifying scene and could not tell what was going on. "Brother Yan, go quickly. We'll wait for you here."

Jing Yan nodded, opened the door, and walked out.

The servant stood at the side with his head lowered. "Young Master, Miss He is here."

"I know, you may leave." Although Jing Yan did not step forward, he kept his eyes on He Miao, who was swaying and unable to stand steadily, for fear that she would fall.

After the servant left, Jing Yan slowly walked up to her and looked into her confused eyes. He called out tentatively, "Miaomiao?"

He Miao smiled foolishly and hugged his arm tightly. "Miaomiao still wants to drink milk."

Jing Yan smiled in relief. He took her hand and led her into the kitchen, where he heated a large glass of milk.

He Miao smelled it and anxiously reached out to grab it, but her feet were weak, as if she was stepping on cotton. She staggered and fell into Jing Yan's arms.

His lower back hit the cold edge of the table, but Jing Yan did not even frown. He gently placed her hand away and lowered his head to meet her watery and aggrieved eyes. "It's too hot. I'll hold it for you and give it to you later."

He paused for a moment, then turned his head away uneasily. His voice was so gentle that he did not even realize it. "Be good. If you're good, I'll let you drink, okay?"

As expected, He Miao obediently stopped reaching for it. She retracted his hand and lay obediently on her chest like a little beast. Her thin lips were slightly pouted, like a eager child waiting for her reward.

Jing Yan brushed the tip of her nose with a smile, then held her hand and walked to the theater.

"Jing Yan!" He Wei and the servant asked around and found out that he was in the kitchen. She was puzzled when she turned around and saw He Miao, who had a silly smile on his face, and Jing Yan, who was looking at her gently.

Hearing someone call him, Jing Yan unhappily let go of her hand. She pursed her lips and unwillingly followed behind him.

The warm and soft little hand in his hand was suddenly gone, and Jing Yan's heart felt empty. He looked at He Wei unhappily. "What's the matter?"

He Wei glanced at He Miao, whose expression was not quite normal. "I... I saw that you had not returned after so long and was worried about you, so I came out to take a look."

"I'm fine." Jing Yan frowned impatiently.

He Wei could tell that he was unhappy and felt as if her heart was blocked by a huge rock. She walked awkwardly to He Miao's side. "What's wrong with my sister? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"She's drunk." Seeing that the seat beside He Miao had been taken, Jing Yan was even more upset. However, he did not want anyone to know what he was thinking, so he could only walk toward the theater as if nothing had happened.

When they returned, the movie was already coming to an end.

Mu Xiao complained to Jing Yan regretfully, "Brother Yan, you're too slow. The movie is already over."

"Then let's look at something else." Jing Yan sat down besideHe Miao and handed her the glass of warm milk.

"Ah? You're still watching?" Mu Xiao looked at him in disbelief. "Why are you so excited today? " We're just watching movies, aren't we going to play something else?"

"Let's look at another one." He looked at the little woman beside him drinking the milk in small sips. It was as if the hot milk had flowed into his heart, warm and comfortable.

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