Gao Leng's opponent is actually my clay plastic powder

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The door was pushed open, and the person who came in was Song Yuzhou.

He first bent down and approached the bed, turned on a night light, and told Meng Shuyao: "Here is the switch for the night light, you can turn it on at night." Then he passed the glass forward in his hand, with a questioning tone , "I made milk, do you want to drink it?"

Meng Shuyao smelled the familiar aroma, and opened his mouth first: "I want to drink!"

Song Yuzhou had a slight smile on his face, handed him the milk cup, and said, "Be careful it's hot."

"Not hot." Meng Shuyao took a big sip and swallowed it all before answering him, "It's delicious." He said the name of a brand and asked Song Yuzhou, "Is it from this family? This tastes good." familiar."

"Yes." Song Yuzhou admitted.

"What a coincidence." Meng Shuyao drank milk from a cup, her calf exposed to the outside was raised up and down, and the white part was very eye-catching. "I also like to drink this brand of milk."

He thought of something, and said, "And the chocolate candy ball from last time." Meng Shuyao's eyebrows and eyes curved with a smile, "Our tastes are really similar!"

Song Yuzhou didn't deny it, but just smiled at him.

After drinking the milk, Meng Shuyao returned the cup to Song Yuzhou and announced, "I'm going to sleep." He looked at the person and said, "Good night."

"Good night." Song Yuzhou said softly, "Go to sleep."

The light was on in the kitchen, and there was still a little bit of milk left in the small milk pot. Song Yuzhou poured it all into the glass, leaving slight wet marks on the glass, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and swallowed the mellow milk.

"...Don't waste it." He said to himself.

The author has something to say:

So perverted, Xiao Song (.