The Big Shot is Also Crazy About Me Today
Chapter 61 Good night, Nuannuan

Chapter 61: Chapter 61 Good night, Nuannuan

Shi Nuan said, "I told you, I don’t have the habit of drinking milk before bed..."

"I’ve also mentioned many habits need to be developed. You’re in poor health, so skinny at such a young age. If you don’t gain some weight, others might think Song Yansheng is mistreating his wife..."

Shi Nuan frowned, just as she was about to say something, there was a knock at the door, followed by Aunt Hui’s voice, "Mr., the milk has arrived!"

Shi Nuan: "..."

Song Yansheng promptly instructed Aunt Hui to come in. She carefully brought the milk over and set it by the bed.

Song Yansheng personally took it and said to Aunt Hui, "You can leave now."

Aunt Hui glanced at Shi Nuan, nodded, bowed slightly, and exited the room, closing the door behind her.

Song Yansheng used his hand to test the milk’s temperature; it was just right. He handed the tray to Shi Nuan.

Shi Nuan was about to refuse, but the man warmly asked before she could, "Do you want to drink it yourself, or should I feed you? Choose one."

Shi Nuan: "..."

How was she supposed to choose?

Realizing she couldn’t dodge this, Shi Nuan reached out, picked up the milk, and drank it.

The man’s dark eyes watched her, a dim light flashing by.

Was she so afraid of him "feeding" her?

Though it seemed to be an effective "threatened" method.

He didn’t quite like it, nor did she, apparently.

Shi Nuan focused on drinking the milk, closing her eyes, eager to finish it in one go so that Song Yansheng would leave sooner.

Because she drank quickly, she couldn’t help but cough halfway through.

Song Yansheng’s eyebrows furrowed; he pulled out a blue handkerchief from his pants pocket and gently wiped her lips, chiding, "Why drink so fast? Nobody’s fighting with you for it!"

Shi Nuan didn’t have time to talk about these things with him. She pushed his handkerchief aside, planning to continue drinking, but Song Yansheng snatched the milk cup from her.

Shi Nuan paused.

Then she watched as the man picked up the milk cup and drained its contents in one gulp.

Shi Nuan was stunned.

The man squinted and said, "Seeing you drink so fast, I thought the milk must be delicious. Now, it just feels ordinary!"

Shi Nuan: "..."

She didn’t even know what to say.

This man had actually drunk the remaining half cup of milk that she had been drinking!

"Alright, you’ve finished the milk, sleep early. We have to return to the old house early in the morning!"

Shi Nuan bit her lip and said, "Okay!"

Song Yansheng chuckled and said, "I drank your milk tonight; don’t be mad at me. I’ll repay you another day!"

"No need..." Shi Nuan said, "I’m... I’m sleepy, Second Uncle, you should go rest early too!"

Song Yansheng nodded, saying, "Well then, goodnight, Nuannuan!"

"...Goodnight, Second Uncle."

After Song Yansheng left the room, Shi Nuan’s heart remained unsettled for a long while. As she lay down to sleep, she realized that Song Yansheng’s handkerchief had been left on the table beside the bed. _{f r\eew,eb novel.c(o)(m)}

Shi Nuan picked it up, feeling a bit out of place, unsure whether Song Yansheng had done it intentionally or had accidentally forgotten it.

But the handkerchief’s texture was genuinely nice, still exuding a light sandalwood fragrance. Since Song Yansheng had used it to wipe the milk from her lips earlier, it also carried a hint of milk scent.

Shi Nuan looked down at the handkerchief, admiring its delicate craftsmanship, the golden silk thread sewn along the edges, and one corner clearly embroidered with a single character: Yu.