"Rong Xiu, you let me win again!" Her frustrated voice sounded in her mind. "One day, I can also beat you without you letting me!"
The young man in front leaned against the chair, picked up the ginger tea at the side with one hand, and squinted his deep, phoenix-like eyes slightly. He was lazy and comfortable as he slowly said, "Great."
His voice was deep and melodious as if it were the wind that gently stroked the violin's strings. Then, the tea was already sent to his lips.
His thin lips gently touched the side of the white porcelain cup.
From the corner of her eyes, she saw that he had taken the wrong cup and hurriedly said, "Hey… Rong Xiu! That's my tea!"
Rong Xiu stopped his actions and raised his eyelids slightly. His originally cold eyes were instantly much warmer.
Like the sun setting by the river in the evening, the brilliant light shone on the water and formed the color of the sky and water.
