Iris Harris came out of the bathroom and saw Brandan sitting on the bed drinking milk.
She couldn't help but say, "That's mine..."
He had drunk her daily portion of hot milk, shameless!
Brandan eyed her and said, "I asked Mother Rulin to heat it up, how is it yours?"
Iris was speechless.
Brandan was right, but the milk he brought every night was meant for her!
She didn't expect that just refusing his advances would lead him to drink her milk. This man was so petty!
Iris clicked her tongue twice, disapproving of Brandan's childish revenge. She grabbed a dry towel and wiped off the moisture before climbing into bed.
The milk was sweet, specially made for Iris. He didn't really like sweets, and after a few sips, he was already tired of it.
Seeing him putting the milk glass aside, Iris reached out and took it over. She was used to drinking milk before bed; not drinking felt strange.
