He glanced at her moist lips and paused for a moment. However, he did not say it explicitly. He only said, "It's nothing. You'll know in the future."
Qiao Nian found him inexplicable. He only spoke halfway, and when she asked him, he was so mysterious that he refused to explain clearly.
She was not someone who liked to dwell on things. Ye Wangchuan had only said half of it, and she was too lazy to investigate the rest.
"Oh," she replied readily. "Then we'll talk about it later!"
Ye Wangchuan's eyes were deep. Seeing that the girl was defenseless, his smile deepened. He took the towel and straightened her shoulders. "Sit down. I'll dry your hair for you. It's easy to catch a cold with wet hair."
Qiao Nian had rarely been taken care of like this. She was also used to taking care of herself alone. Her shoulders stiffened, but she didn't move. "Mm."
He wiped the water droplets on her hair and said, "Remember to drink that glass of milk."
A little tired from his gentle drying of her hair, Qiao Nian narrowed her sleepy eyes and responded lazily, not wanting to move.
She did not move.
She didn't really want to drink it.
However, he was still thinking about her age. He urged her softly, "Be good. Get up and drink a little. Just a little.
You're still growing. You don't have to drink it next year."
He mentioned next year again. She wanted to ask him what was going on next year, but she was so sleepy that she soon forgot about it.
Although she was reluctant, she reached for the glass of milk and casually drank half of it.
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