"Jiang Zhi, I'm thirsty again."
She licked her lips, squatting and curled into a ball.
Jiang Zhi chuckled and squatted down to talk to her, "Do you want water or milk?"
"Milk."
Jiang Zhi stood up.
She followed suit, trailing him to the kitchen wherever he went.
He had just taken out two cans of milk when she said, "I want it cold."
"No," Jiang Zhi didn't give in to her, opened a can, poured it into a cup, and handed it to her, "It's too cold outside to drink it cold."
Zhou Xufang, unhappy, pinched the cup without opening her mouth, scratched the rim twice, and then—
"Clang!"
She crushed the cup, splashing milk all over the floor.
"..."
Was the girl a strongwoman?
"Why did you use so much strength!"
He had just finished speaking when her head drooped, she glanced at him, and muttered, "Jiang Zhi scolded me."
"Jiang Zhi scolded me."
"Jiang Zhi scolded me."
She repeated it three times in a row!
Then, she showed an injured expression, as though the sky had fallen.