Just as Jian Si was panicking and didn't know what to do, the door opened. Ji Mingche walked in carrying a bowl of warm milk, a habitual light smile lingering at the corners of his lips.
"Sisi, the doctor said drinking a glass of warm milk before bed helps with sleep! I specially had the kitchen prepare this for you. Be good, drink the milk."
Jian Si glanced at the bowl of milk in Ji Mingche's hand without leaving any traces, deliberately swinging her hand toward the bowl.
"I'm not drinking it, I don't want it… Get out, just get out…"
As if he had anticipated this move, Ji Mingche easily avoided her hand.
"Sisi, be good. This is for your own good. Or do you want to keep having nightmares? Remember the nightmares you had the past two nights? Once you drank the milk, you didn't have any nightmares."
Jian Si sneered inwardly, but on the surface blinked her innocent and harmless wide eyes, her face full of curiosity.
"Really?"