Eric looks at Mary's childish action and laughs unconsciously. He puts the cup to his mouth and takes a small sip with a frown. He thought it would be sweet and greasy, but unexpectedly, after the milk was imported, a faint fragrance immediately enters his mouth and nose, and the taste is good, at least not as sweet and greasy as he imagined.

"Well, I didn't lie to you. I'll warm the milk every night and we'll drink it together. " Mary said with a smile and continued to read the book in her hand.

At Mary's words, Eric's hand froze.

No one ever said to him: drinking coffee is...