The white slender fingers lightly gripped the quaint and elegant Yixing cup. The purple-black color of the cup created a maddening scene of bamboos, which evoked a sense of unspeakable beauty.
Pei Ge pretended to lightly smell the tea by mimicking Ji Ziming's actions, and, in the instant, the drink's fragrance rushed into her body.
Relaxed, pleased, and refreshed….
She lightly sipped the tea, and, despite not knowing anything about tea, she liked its taste.
The aftertaste was refreshing. Once she finished the entire cup, she realized that a strong fragrance lingered.
"What type of tea is this? It tastes really nice." She placed down the cup in her hands. Only then did she realize that the man next to her had yet to finish his tea and was still slowly savoring it.
