Su Yicheng was right. At this moment, she must hold on.

After half basket of soup dumplings, Luo Xiaoxi still could not taste anything on her tongue. Noticing the porridge before her, she reached out but was stopped by Su Yicheng.

He pushed a glass of soybean milk to her and had put the straw in.

Luo Xiaoxi did not bother to talk, so she just quietly got rid of Su Yicheng's hand and drank up the soybean milk like it was water. Wiping foam off her ...