At this time, Xi Moxiao just remembered he let Gu Qingli make a cup of coffee.
With his eyes closed, he rubbed his sore temple, and brought the coffee cup. It was warm. He lifted the lid and was ready to drink it, but a scent came to his nose.
Xi Moxiao opened his eyes violently. "Milk?"
This made him frown slightly. He did not expect Gu Qingli to unexpectedly dared to be against his will, and skillfully prepared a glass of milk for him.
Xi Moxiao looked a little unhappy. Finally, because he was really thirsty, he drank it at last.
The taste of it which lasted a long time in the mouth made Xi Moxiao frown slightly. Then he put the coffee cup aside, stopped thinking about it, and continued to read the documents.
However, it was for a while, Xi Moxiao felt a little hot all over.
Xi Moxiao felt a little impetuous. He got up with his bow tie and went to the window to blow the wind. He thought it was because the room was too sultry.