Before he could finish, Clarice got up like a slippery loach and crawled in beside him.
Herbert tried to stop her, but it was too late.
When Herbert chased her in, Clarice was standing in the hall of his house, looking up at the situation. Herbert had to suppress his flustered heartbeat and ask her, "What do you want to drink? I have fruit juice, milk, and coffee."
Clarice said, "Do you have orange juice?"
"Yes."
"Then I'll have some milk."
Herbert was speechless.
Since you want milk, why are you asking about orange juice?
Herbert poured him a cup of warm milk. Just as he handed it to Clarice, she suddenly asked him, "Herbert, why don't I see your mother?"
Herbert's reaction was natural. He said, "My mother went to my grandmother's house. She'll be back soon."
"Oh. Then why didn't I bring you along?"
"I don't want to go."
"I see…"
Clarice lowered her head and drank the milk.
