Lin Huai Shu was looking at Qiao Lech's hand.
Suddenly, he saw Qiao Lech's hand move closer.
He was startled, quickly coming to his senses, sitting up straight.
Then he saw Qiao Lech place a cup of tea in front of him.
He noticed that when Qiao Lech put down the teacup, her hand was trembling slightly.
Only then did he raise his head to look at Qiao Lech.
Qiao Lech withdrew her hand, placing it under the tea table, clenching her fingers.
Lin Huai Shu glanced at her, then picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.
The osmanthus tea smelled delightful.
The taste was refreshing.
The aroma of tea and flowers made one feel comfortable and relaxed.
"How is the taste?" Qiao Lech said, "I don't know if you'll get used to it. I quite like it, especially when I'm nervous. Drinking a bit helps."
Lin Huai Shu put down the teacup, looked at her, and said, "It's very fragrant, the taste is great."
Qiao Lech gave a slight smile.
Lin Huai Shu watched her take a slow sip of tea.
