There was really no way to say "no" to a beauty's invitation. Beiting Huang walked over and sat down next to him. The fragrance of tea wafted into Beiting Huang's nose through the night breeze through the window. The rich spiritual energy immediately made his eyes light up and his mind clear. Before Beiting Huang could react, a hand picked up the teacup on the table and brought it to her lips. A soft voice sounded in her ear. "Come, have a sip!"
A cold feeling spread throughout her body. With just one sip, her limbs and bones felt as if they were soaking in a hot spring. It was so comfortable that Beiting Huang sighed and lay on the couch, not wanting to move anymore.
She glanced sideways at Yan Ye. This guy seemed to be able to turn into a painting no matter from which angle she looked at him. Only the heavens could create such a masterpiece. Brush and ink could not draw one-ten-thousandth of his good looks.
