Su Mu was originally walking forward with milk tea, but Su Xiaoli was so caught off guard that the two cups of milk tea in his hand almost fell.

He turned around and looked at Su Xiaoli who threw himself into his arms, was stunned for a moment, and asked with doubts in his voice, "What's wrong with you??" ”

However, Su Xiaoli didn't answer his words, just a pair of small thin arms, hugging him even tighter.

Su Mu stood motionless, letting Su Xiaoli hold him for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask again: "Xiaoli, what's wrong with you?" ”

As soon as the words came out, his voice was gentle that he had never felt before.

"Brother......" Su Xiaoli hugged Su Mu tightly, as if she was afraid that he would slip away, her hairy little head shook, and quietly wiped her tears on Su Mu's clothes, and only after a while did she raise her head and look at him.

Her eyes were wet, round and bright, and her eyelashes were as long as two small fans, and she looked like a lost fawn.

"What's wrong, why haven't you spoken?" Su Mu looked at her and couldn't help but ask in a more gentle voice.

"I ...... I thought my brother didn't want me anymore......" Su Xiaoli sniffed, lowered his head, and said in a small voice.

Su Mu was stunned for a moment when he heard her answer, then looked at her on the top of his head, and said with a sigh of relief: "How come, do you think I left you here and ran away by myself?" ”

"Hmm......" Su Xiaoli replied almost inaudibly.

"If I lose you, I guess my mother can kill me with a knife." Su Mu thought about the way his mother was wielding a forty-meter machete, and couldn't help but shiver and said, "Now at home, your family status is much higher than mine." ”

"What is family status?" Su Xiaoli raised his head, looked at him with a confused expression and asked.

"Nothing." Su Mu came back to his senses, stuffed the milk tea in his hand into Su Xiaoli's hand and said, "Take it, warm your hands." ”

A warm sensation slowly spread throughout her body along the palm of her hand.

Su Xiaoli held the cup of milk tea in his hand, and faintly smelled a fragrant breath between his noses.

"Drink, don't just hold it." Su Mu sat down directly on the chair in the pavilion, leaned on the pillar casually, and looked at Su Xiaoli urging her.

"Hmm." Su Xiaoli nodded, obediently opened his mouth to bite the straw, and took a sip.

The faint sweetness of milk tea mixed with the fragrance of tea instantly spread in her mouth, and the thick and mellow taste was wrapped around the tip of her tongue.

Drink well......

It was the best thing she'd ever drunk since she'd grown up......

After Su Xiaoli took two sips, he held it in his hand and was reluctant to continue drinking.

Su Mu took a few big gulps, and the full cup of milk tea was about to bottom out in a blink of an eye, he turned his head to look at Su Xiaoli, and asked casually: "Why don't you drink it, don't you like it?" ”

"It's not." Su Xiaoli shook his head, blinked at Su Mu with a pair of round eyes, and said in an obedient voice: "I think it's delicious." ”

"Then you drink it, if you don't drink it, it will be cold." Su Mu's eyes were full of puzzlement.

"I ......" Su Xiaoli hesitated for a moment, looked down at the milk tea in his hand, and whispered: "I want to keep it, and when my mother comes back, I will give it to my mother." ”