Karl was reviewing a document submitted by General Isildar for an increase in the Air Force's financial budget. He was furious. When he saw Solo entering the study, he frowned and closed the document, "What's the matter?"
Zoro placed the tray with snacks and hot milk on the desk, "I've prepared snacks for you, eat them quickly."
Karl nodded, picked up a piece of shortbread and took a bite, "It tastes good."
Solo picked up the milk and said, "Come, Prime Minister, drink some milk."
"Why is it milk?" Carl never liked drinking milk. When he saw the white liquid, a fire started in his heart.
Solo's face froze, "Prime Minister..."
Karl threw the half-bitten shortbread back onto the plate, without even looking at Solo, "Take it away."
Solo stood next to him with milk in his hand, his charming face showing a bit of hatred. He bit his lip, "Prime Minister, drinking coffee so late hurts your stomach, and milk helps you sleep, so I asked someone to put the coffee away without permission."
It was replaced with milk. I didn't know you would be so unhappy, I'm sorry..."
Zoro's voice was soft and low, as soft as a kitten, with a hint of clearly identifiable crying, which tickled Karl's heart.
He turned his head and saw that the other person looked like he was about to cry, and guilt gradually emerged. He quickly comforted him, "Baby, I'm sorry, I was in a bad mood just now."
"Then you can't be so cruel, you're so angry with me," Zoro mumbled with slightly red eyes, "I prepared it for you with good intentions, but you're like this."
"I was wrong, I was wrong," Karl admitted his mistake again and again. "I know you are doing it for my own good. It was indeed my fault just now. Can't I apologize?"
Solo put the cup into Karl's hand and said half-threateningly, "Then drink it, or I won't forgive you."
"I'll drink it, I'll drink it," Karl took the milk, stared at the warm liquid in his hand, and drank it without thinking.
Watching Karl drink up the milk in one breath, a cold smile appeared on Solo's delicate and charming face. He put the half-bitten cake into Karl's hand with a sweet smile, "Eat some more shortbread," and then took it again.
He put a whole piece into his mouth and took a bite. Seeing the other person looking at the shortbread in his hand, he quickly pushed the other person and said, "Prime Minister, you eat it."
Karl was just thinking about Isildar's application form and was a little absent-minded. He was reminded by Solo and quickly came to his senses. "Okay," he stuffed the shortbread into his mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed it.
"Is it delicious?"
“It’s delicious, of course it’s delicious.”
Solo sat on Karl's lap and brought another piece of cake to Karl's mouth, "Then I will bring it to you every night from now on."
Karl hooked Solo's waist, smelled the fragrance of shower gel emanating from the other person's body, and opened his big mouth to hold the other person's fingertips together.
"Oh, you bad guy, you swallowed my hand."
Karl smiled happily, seeing the panic and shyness flashing in the other person's eyes, and then let go, "My darling is so considerate, I can just let the maid do this kind of thing from now on."
Solo raised his head slightly, "No, I want to send it away."
"Okay," Karl nodded repeatedly, completely forgetting his previous unhappiness.
The two of them fed each other and finished the whole plate of snacks in a while. Solo leaned into Karl's arms and asked casually, "By the way, Prime Minister, weren't you in a good mood earlier? What's wrong with you?"
