"Take it!"
The girl's voice was short and crisp, a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from the can.
"Oh." Shen Yuan obediently replied, reaching out to take the milk.
But before he could even touch the can, Li Zhi's sharp reprimand rang out again.
"Switch hands."
Shen Yuan glanced at his outstretched hand. 'What's wrong with it?'
But it didn't take long for Shen Yuan to realize what was wrong.
The hand he had extended was the one on the side closer to Li Zhi.
That way, he could warm his outer hand with the hot milk, leaving his inner hand free to hold hers.
'That's my Li Bao, all right.'
'Being this tsundere is actually kind of cute.'
The muscles in Shen Yuan's face tensed as he suppressed a smile. He obediently pulled back the hand closer to Li Zhi and held out his other one—the one on the outside.
His fingers had just brushed against the warm can, the heat not yet having had a chance to seep into his palm.
