"Ye Shaorong? Never heard of you. Do you know where the exit is? I'd like to leave." Bai Nuanxi nodded briefly, indicating she understood, and cut straight to the point.
Ye Shaorong's ever-present smile didn't falter, as though it was his natural expression. "You've come all this way. Surely you wouldn't leave without having a cup of tea first? Letting a guest depart so abruptly hardly fits my style of hospitality."
Bai Nuanxi declined politely, "Sorry, tea keeps me awake."
Her excuse was ineffective on Ye Shaorong, who responded, "This tea actually helps with sleep."
"I have a peculiar constitution. Any kind of tea affects my nerves. It has a stimulating effect," Bai Nuanxi maintained her firm refusal. She wasn't about to drink tea from a stranger in an unfamiliar place. Even a child would know better than to do that—how could she, an adult, not understand?
