Distance and politeness

Brother Jiang looked at Lan Xiao's red and swollen eyes, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.

"Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"

Lan Xiao entered the study and sat down on a random sofa.

Her expression was listless and listless.

"It's a nightmare even if I sleep, Yingluo."

"Did you dream of Wen Muchu?" brother Jiang's eyes flickered.

Lan Xiao didn't deny it. She lowered her head and nodded.

Brother Jiang sighed and left the study. He warmed a glass of milk and handed it to Lan Xiao.

"Have a sip of milk first, Yingluo."

Lan Xiao was touched, but she couldn't refuse. She took the milk and thanked brother Jiang.

Brother Jiang sat opposite her and watched her take a few sips of milk before he heaved a sigh of relief.

"Tell me, what do you want to talk to me about?" He asked.

Lan Xiao held the glass of milk in his hand and a hint of hesitation flashed past his eyes.

She pursed her lips and looked up at brother Jiang.