C1214 The Knee Pillow

Lo Chuan nonchalantly tossed the magic mobile aside and rose from the sofa.

"Want some milk tea?" he asked Yao Ziyan as he got ready to head out.

"Ah? Yes, please," she nodded.

"What flavor?"

"Um... the same as yours."

With a nod, Lo Chuan approached the milk tea dispenser and, after a moment's thought, selected the original flavor.

"What are you working on?" he inquired