"I'll pour it for you."
He leaned forward and poured a glass with his own hands, then held it in both hands and handed it to him with a smile.
Nolan Yan stared at the smile on his face for two seconds, and then fell on the hands holding the tea. The young man's hands were as white as the milk tea in the cup, glowing with a fine silver light under the light.
He lowered his eyes and suddenly remembered the way milk foam had stained the other person's red lips.
It's really beautiful.
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