Senior Sister, Shut Up!

Can I have congee?[1]

As Jiang Miao gazed at the beautiful Senior Sister, these words subconsciously popped into his mind.

Fortunately, he had excellent self-control and didn’t blurt it out.

Otherwise, he would have seemed like a creep.

“Coffee, please,” Jiang Miao said.

He had gone to bed late last night, had been woken up halfway through his noon nap, and had been under the sun for more than an hour in the sweltering afternoon. He was feeling quite tired.

“No way. The coffee is mine.” Su Huaizhou guarded the coffee in her right hand like a protective mother hen while handing the cocoa in her left hand to Jiang Miao. “Here, this one’s for you.”

Jiang Miao: “…”

Then why did you even ask me??