Yan Nangui sipped the tea, her eyebrow slightly raised, like the peach blossoms on the branches of March, vibrant and alluring, uniquely beautiful.
"There's less of the bitter taste of spring tea, more of a lingering sweetness, not bad."
"As long as Xiao Qi enjoys it." Pei Ying said with a smile.
"Just tasting tea, how can it not be accompanied by some pastries? Xiang'er."
The same charming maid as before came in with a tray of tea snacks, gracefully walked to Yan Nangui's side, placed the snacks on the table, and in the corner of her eye caught Yan Nangui's gaze—half smirking, charmingly wicked.
The maid's heart skipped a beat, her cheeks flushed redder, and softly said: "Seventh Master, let me refill your tea."
Unexpectedly, her body tilted, spilling quite a lot of tea on Yan Nangui, and suddenly fell towards Yan Nangui, who took the opportunity to pull the maid into his arms, smilingly asked: "Are you throwing yourself at me willingly?"
