After returning the cat, Ye Shuimi ran into the supermarket to buy something. Her classmates at the door asked her to bring a bottle of functional drinks. She looked around and found the functional drinks on the top shelf.

She cushioned her toes and could hardly reach the top with her hands. She was wondering if she would let her classmates in to help her. There was a man standing behind her, holding up her functional drink and handing it to her with ease.

Zou Long's face was still a negative figure, his chin huddled in his upright windbreaker collar, and his eyes were dull behind his black-framed glasses.

Ye...