"Milady, I have brought you a glass of warm milk. If you drink it, you'll feel cozy and sleep better," Xiaowei said, standing before Yang Ning with a tray in her hands.
Yang Ning furrowed her brow and sighed, her gaze falling upon the glass of warm milk. With the seasons changing and winter approaching, Xiaowei remained dedicated to bringing her a nightly serving of warm milk.
Despite knowing that Yang Ning disliked plain milk the most, Xiaowei still brought her a glass of plain milk to drink.
"I have told you a hundred times, I don't want this milk! What's the deal with constantly trying to turn me into a goat? Is that your secret plan, Xiaowei?" Yang Ning snapped, her frustration evident in her tone.
Xiaowei became flustered, her eyes wide as she shook her head in confusion. "Forgive me, Milady, I did not mean that. His Highness wants you to drink a glass of warm milk before bedtime. It will help you to sleep well."
