The three of them sat in a row at the coffee table, with clean glasses in front of them. Iwaizumi came over with a milk pot wearing insulated gloves, and poured milk into their glasses one by one. The fragrant milk was steaming, and in this silence The night has a soothing warmth.
"Thank you Xiaoyan~"
"Thank you Xiaoyan~"
Mutu hesitated for a while and then said, "Thank you, Xiaoyan~"
Iwaizumi's steady hand trembled, and he looked at Bokuto, who was holding a cup and blowing in small sips: "...You're welcome."
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