Once the two young ladies left, Chen Moxiang finished the tea in her cup and asked with a smile, "So? Those two young ladies are pretty, right?"
"Pretty!"
"Casanova!"
"...," Lin Tian rolled his eyes, "Everyone appreciates beauty. I think they're pretty. Does that make me a Casanova?"
"Don't think I didn't see you three exchanging glances," Chen Moxiang huffed in displeasure.
Lin Tian was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He didn't bother to respond and refilled their cups.
"How do you find this tea?" Lin Tian asked.
"I don't drink much tea, can't really tell. But it seems decent enough." With that, Chen Moxiang lifted her cup and drank it in a single gulp.
Lin Tian thought she was genuine and cute, smiled, and also downed his tea in one go.
Then, Lin Tian performed his tea-brewing skills for Chen Moxiang.
In the end, Chen Moxiang could only squeeze out one sentence, "So ugly... those two girls' brewing looked much better."
