Fang Xiaowei stood at the side with the tea jar in hand. She watched as Chi Mingwei put a floral tea bag in the teacup and then picked up the hot water to pour it over the tea bag.
Fang Xiaowei leaned over. She had just wanted to take a look at the tea bag, but her left eyeball fell into the teacup.
Fang Xiaowei suddenly raised her head and looked at Chi Mingwei. She asked sinisterly, "Using my eye to make a cup of tea?"
Fang Xiaowei's voice was especially unpleasant as if she had chewed her words before spitting them out. As she spoke, one could vaguely see a mass of pitch-black bugs twisting and rolling in her left eye socket. They were about to fall out into Chi Mingwei's teacup.
Chi Mingwei felt his stomach churn and shivered in disgust. He tilted the kettle and poured hot water into the teacup. It immediately scalded Fang Xiaowei's eye, making it look like a dead fish eye, floating in the dark-colored tea.
Fang Xiaowei was stunned.
