Chen Ming pushed Xiao Hong's head away from him.
"Hong, it's just hot"
Xiao Hong smiled. He grabbed the small cup from Chen Ming's hand, placing it on his palm as if absorbing the heat from the tea. And put it back into Chen Ming's hand.
"Here, Your Highness, it's not hot anymore"
Chen Ming pulled his lips.
"Yes, it's not hot, but I also don't like my tea to be cold, Hong, how could I drink this?" Chen Ming said because the tea in his palm had now turned cold.
Xiao Hong straightened up, he grabbed the cup and gave the heat back. Soon hot steam appeared again from a small teacup made of select pottery specially carved from the city of Xian Yang.
Chen Ming pursed his lips. Will the bird always use his strength with small things just to please him?
"Too much time doing nothing"
Chen Ming was almost surprised to see that Bai Ying was already behind Xiao Hong looking at the two in confusion.
"Brother"
