Si Wen knew perfectly well that discussing this with Lin Xi had been a bad idea.
"Since you already know what to do, you don't need me to say anything more. Good luck!" With that, she turned to leave.
Just as she reached the door, a red-faced boy appeared, cupping a bottle of warm milk in his hands. He didn't even dare to look Si Wen in the eyes.
"Si Wen, this… is for you…"
Isn't this typical puppy love? Unfortunately, the object of his affection is Si Wen.
She could analyze others' relationships with perfect clarity, but when it came to her own, she was completely clueless.
"What is this?"
"Fresh… fresh milk."
"Don't I have my own fresh milk? Why would I need you to give it to me?"
"I… I heated it myself."
"What's so great about heating milk? I can make soup."
"Huh?" The boy was completely stunned.
"What 'huh'? Don't block the way."
"Oh."
Crushed by Si Wen's repeated rejections, the boy left with a look of utter dejection on his face.
