Mingshu's lips had just touched the teacup when she was interrupted by the sudden knocking at the door. The voice of Helan Lian, feigning femininity, came through from outside. She raised her eyebrows lightly and reluctantly set the teacup down.
Ah Yao inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief, followed swiftly by a surge of irritation. She turned almost frantically, "I, I'll go open the door!"
Mingshu watched her hasty footsteps, her eyes thoughtful.
Was her face really that terrifying?
As soon as the door opened, Helan Lian caught sight of a flustered face. He arched his eyebrows, his eyes flickered lightly, leaning against the doorframe with a seductive look as if winding invisible silk: "Oh, is this the new sister? She's so pretty and enviable."
His tone was affected, just like a lonely sister in a brothel, not content to be neglected.
Ah Yao's gaze towards him was strange, though she stepped aside nonetheless.
