The atmosphere became a little tense.
The fragrance of tea filled the air, which also became moist.
Si Yiyan fiddled with the glazed teacup which was glossy and made of porcelain. It looked beautiful and realistic.
The mask covered the expression on his face and the crisp and hard lines highlighted his pronounced features. The more nonchalant he behaved, the harder it was for anyone to guess what was on his mind. He looked rather mysterious and unpredictable.
Wen Xinya remained seated beside him, her rosy lips curling into a tender smile that seemed a little cold. She was quiet and refined, yet still well-mannered and poised.
The two of them were exceptionally compatible with each other.
Duke Moville's eyes lit up and he gently stroked the eyes of the serpent on his cane, wondering how he should break the tension of the ambiance.
