Arlo Seys sat in the chair, his body stiffened slightly, and his thin lips pressed together tightly, forming a tense line. "Drink the milk first, let's have a chat."
"Okay." Ariel Morris smiled and reached out for the milk.
As soon as her hand touched the glass, Arlo Seys behind her shivered violently, his thin lips moved slightly, and his gaze covered with a look of distress and complexity.
Ariel brought the milk to her lips, and Arlo's eyes deepened. The magazine in his hand clenched tighter, and beads of sweat formed in his palms.
His heart was lifted bit by bit along with the milk Ariel was bringing to her lips, as if jumping to his throat, making him feel unbearably blocked.
Just as Ariel's milk reached her lips, she suddenly remembered something, immediately put down the milk, and turned to leave.
"Where are you going?" Arlo Seys, who had been watching her, asked with a slight frown when he saw her turn away.
