Shi Qingxue smelt the sweetness of the cubilose and sniffed, but she didn’t open her mouth. She tilted her head and looked at Mo Junyang in confusion. It seemed that she didn’t know what he would do.

“Drink, this.” Mo Junyang tried to explain with simple words and opened his mouth to have a try. He didn’t like eating sweet food. Then he put the spoon beside Qingxue’s mouth, comforting her as if she were a child. “Good girl. Drink it.”

Shi Qingxue put ...