Yang Ruxin's eyes narrowed slightly, but she said nothing and obediently sat down.
Xiaomei skillfully brewed the tea, and then poured a cup for Yang Ruxin to enjoy.
Yang Ruxin picked up the teacup, examined it, and sniffed it, then couldn't help but smile, "What a fine tea."
Xiaomei didn't speak, just stood respectfully by the side. After Yang Ruxin had finished the tea, she exhaled subconsciously but quickly adjusted her breathing, as if the sigh was merely an illusion.
Yang Ruxin smiled, was about to get up, but suddenly yawned.
"Miss Yang, are you tired? Would you like to rest here for a bit?" Xiaomei's eyes shone brightly.
"Since you're so considerate..." Yang Ruxin yawned again, "how can I not appreciate your kindness?" She walked over to the bamboo couch and lay down at once.
