Diwu Zexuan picked up the steaming cup of tea from the tea table, took a sip, and frowned.
"I don't like Longjing, switch it to Pu'er next time, the more you drink, the better it tastes," he said.
"Having Rui Hui is enough," Dan Hanjie replied noncommittally, then, for some inexplicable reason, he followed up with that response.
Diwu Zexuan looked up at him, his silvery pupils were shimmering, refracting an eerie light.
"She has to follow me now."
"So it was you who came to me, not me scheming against you," Dan Hanjie absolved himself of any responsibility and took pleasure in seeing Diwu Zexuan defeated, as he picked up his tea and took a sip.
His lips curved into a smirk that was not quite a smile, "I still prefer Longjing for its overflowing fragrance. Remember to bring your own Pu'er next time, I don't have it here."
"..."
