Sleep Aid Milk

After transmigrating into the vicious supporting female character, I developed Skin Hunger Disorder. In the novel, the unhinged villain was the devoted pursuer of the heroine-his white moonlight. At the same time, he was also the man I was arranged to marry. Since my symptoms flared up every night, I would carefully make Ji Zeyan a cup of warm milk to help him sleep before he came home. With an eager smile, I brought the milk to him, my voice soft and sweet. “Honey, you worked hard today. Have some milk-it’ll help you sleep.” Ji Zeyan took the cup from me indifferently. His gaze lingered on my face for a moment before he drained the milk in one go. The instant his thin lips touched the rim of the cup, I vaguely saw the corner of his mouth curve up. After Ji Zeyan fell asleep, I happily scampered over to cuddle up to him and ease my symptoms. But half a month later, Ji Zeyan, who should have been at the heroine’s birthday banquet, appeared at a bar instead. And I, who was pressed up against a male model to relieve my symptoms, was caught red-handed. In the parking lot, Ji Zeyan pinned me beneath him, his eyes cold. His long fingers rubbed over my lips, neither too gently nor too hard. His other hand, however, gave my waist a vicious pinch. A hint of anger edged his voice. “Tonight, I’ll be the one feeding you the milk to help you sleep.”