Hong Yujun's eyes fell upon a man in a black robe with ruggedly handsome features and a hint of mystery, exuding a strong presence. Just one glance stirred something within her.
She poured four cups of tea, one for each of them, and gently offered one to Wen Shaoyuan, saying, "I'm Hong Yujun. I'm easy to get along with, so don't be nervous."
Her voice was melodious and pleasant, which left Wen Shaoyuan feeling almost obliged to accept her kindness.
He slowly looked up at the girl beside him.
Hong Yujun was dressed in a vibrant red dress, her delicate figure and charming face radiating an enchanting aura.
So beautiful! This was Wen Shaoyuan's first impression of her. She was even more beautiful than he had imagined!
He said softly, "Wen Shaoyuan."
Hong Yujun smiled. Her smile was like a spring flower shining on the moon. "Have some tea."
Wen Shaoyuan immediately drank the tea in front of him without any hesitation.
