Muhua is born with a strong energy, such as chasing swallows. She could bring an exquisite super fresh-keeping lid from home, containing a bunch of air-shipped bayberries, pinch one out with her delicate hands and feed it to Yan Shu, who was crazily writing arithmetic problems. The result was a righteous look. "Please remember, I don't eat sour things. Also, the act of feeding only exists between me and my girlfriend." Remember. So the next time, Muhua replaced it with a box full of greasy and sweet cream. This time it was colder than last time. "I don't like cream. If you like to eat it." Snap, Yan Shupai gave Muhua a hundred-yuan bill, "I ask you to finish this whole box of cream. I'll watch you eat it. Eat it now, don't leave a drop."