Inside the Spring Abounding Parlor.
The intense scent of wine suffused through the room.
The lamplight made Fanmeng's fingers as he was pouring the wine look tender and supple.
Qiao Mu didn't bother with the wine he poured and just contemplated while holding her teacup absentmindedly.
What they were saying was that she had to confess to Lian of her own accord?
Miss Qiao blinked her eyes. That way, he'd be happy?
How could she express her feelings if she didn't confess? Was it like that? However, back when she didn't even speak to him, he could understand her instantly!
From that, it seemed that confessing or not didn't make much difference.
*Glug, glug…* After Fanyou filled Miss Qiao's teacup with tea, he scrutinized this little lady with his chin propped on one hand.
