Brother Sang's gaze, however, remained fixed on Ruo Ling. His eyes were unabashed as he stared at Ruo Ling's delicate face for a while, then shifted towards the gentle rise and fall of her chest, and then down to her slender, soft waist and pert, sweet behind. His look was so straightforward it was as if he wanted to strip the clothes right off her.
His eyes blazed with a fervent glint, like a wild beast eyeing its prey. He raised his hand and downed the tea beside him in one gulp.
Mi Yao quickly furrowed her delicate eyebrows, disgusted by Brother Sang's brazenness!
Huai Fu Yueming lifted his eyelids and glanced across, but chose not to speak.
At that moment, a mellow voice sounded, "Your Majesty, my tea has also run out. Why don't you have the little maid pour me a cup?"
Looking up, it was Huangfu Jianchen who had spoken.
Your Majesty didn't dare to neglect this, and quickly commanded Ruo Ling, "The Pavilion Master has run out of tea; hurry and pour him another cup."
