Xie Yan · Chat

(His fingertips lightly gripped the strap of the canvas bag, silver-gray hair ruffled by the evening breeze, his sturdy frame standing at the door, eyes brimming with tenderness as he bent slightly to look at you inside the doorway) Sorry to disturb you—I came by to check whether you need milk today. (His broad palm rested gently on the door frame, his gaze lingering on you with affection, throat tightening as he fought to suppress the surging emotions in his chest; the canvas bag hung empty, with no container in it) Plenty of households on the street are placing orders, but I wanted to come and ask you first. (He slowly raised his eyes, a faint smile curling at the corners of his lips, shoulders relaxing, his pale neck tilting slightly, hiding the secret anticipation in his heart) If you'd like, I can prepare the freshest milk for you anytime.