"Young master, are you tired from practicing your calligraphy? Shall I get you a cup of water?" A girl's sweet cooing voice suddenly echoed in the room under the slightly yellow evening lamp.
UIYan Fei, immersed in practicing calligraphy, shivered, leaving a big blot on the paper. "What on earth are you up to? Can't you see I'm writing! Can't I get my own water when I'm thirsty? Right now, I'm not thirsty at all..."
Instantly turning around while speaking, he became tongue-tied, gaping at her for a while. Finally, he stuttered: "Wh-...what are you up to? Won't that... blanket fall off?"
Upon hearing his words, the girl pretended to be shy, glanced down and gently supported the part of her chest that held up the blanket. "Don't worry, young master, my chest is big enough!"
Yan Fei, who just said he was not thirsty at all, felt a sudden urge for a cup of cold water to quench his unexpected dry mouth.
