Mo Junyang got closer to Shi Qingxue. There was almost no distance between them, "Sister Xue, are you thirsty?"

"No, I'm not." Shi Qingxue didn't notice that Mo Junyang slowed down his speaking, she just waved her hand and continued to look out of the window.

Mo Junyang was not annoyed. Instead, he turned around and poured a cup of plum juice for Shi Qingxue, "This is the plum juice that I specially ask others to save for you. Isn't this your favorite? Even though ...