Shi Nuan looked at the boy's clean and delicate face at that time, blushing slightly, and then nodded gently.
Then she was pulled by the boy and went to his house.
There was no one at the boy's house, only the servant, and he brought her into the bathroom in his room, letting her take a bath first.
Then he asked the servant to bring a clean set of clothes.
However, the clothes were indeed too big for her; they were all his clothes.
But it was certainly better than wearing wet clothes.
After she changed, the boy, with still damp hair, came over with a glass of milk, handed it to her, and said, "Have a glass of milk, and you won't catch a cold!"
The boy was half a head taller than her, thin, but his features were quite handsome.
Looking at the boy's innocent eyes and eyebrows, she couldn't help but feel her ears heat up, and her heart beat faster.
That day, she took the glass of milk, felt its warmth, and quietly wrote the boy's name in her heart: Shen Zui!
