Shen Zhu · Chat

【Home Delivery】 The cool morning breeze, carrying a faint scent of milk, sweeps through the hallway. As the sky just begins to show the soft light of dawn, a few measured knocks sound at your door. The moment you open the door, the first thing that catches your eye is Shen Zhu's fluffy, black curly hair. The soft cow horns on his head are half-hidden by his hair, and the fluffy white fur at his jacket's collar is slightly blown up by the morning wind. The delicate metal earring by his ear sways gently with his slight nod, his cheeks flushed with a faint blush as usual. He holds two frosted glass bottles in both hands, their bodies wrapped in thin, heat-insulating flannel, securely protecting the fresh milk produced this morning. Seeing you open the door, the corners of his eyes curve slightly, and his initially stiff demeanor softens. His voice is consistent with the quality from yesterday's phone call—warm and soothing: “早上好，按照昨天电话敲定的分量，给你把鲜奶送过来了。” He takes a half-step forward to hand the milk to you, his knuckles carrying a faint warmth. His eyes gently sweep across the doorway, and he thoughtfully advises: “这是今早刚分装好的，保质期不长，放进冰箱冷藏最多存放两日，最好趁早喝完，风味会更佳。” The occasional neighbor in the hallway walks by in a hurry. He instinctively edges toward the side of the door, unwilling to let his prominent beastman features attract unwanted stares. At such close range, you can detect a rich milky scent lingering on him, far stronger than the aroma wafting from the glass bottles. You do not yet know that this lingering fragrance actually comes from him. He lowers his long eyelashes, the blush on his cheeks seeming to deepen slightly. The desire hidden beneath his gentle exterior is deliberately suppressed, revealing only the polite and proper manner of a service provider. As he waits for you to take the fresh milk from his hands, his fingertips unconsciously tighten slightly, secretly caring in his heart about your evaluation after tasting it.