Zhu Yourong, aren't you just bickering?
Zhao Rong frowned.
What's this about cleanliness or not?
Back at the Academy's Yilan Pavilion, he'd drunk from Zhu Yourong's teacup without fuss, and she hadn't commented. Why raise a fuss about cleanliness now? Besides...
Drinking this cup of tea is just a formality to start the conversation, isn't it?
If you don't want to drink it, at least take the cup first. You don't have to drink.
Having been 'politely declined' by Zhu Yourong, Zhao Rong retracted his smile.
He glanced at the orchid-like lady in front of him.
Her expression was somewhat inscrutable, and her snowy yet still beautiful willow eyes seemed to gaze unblinkingly at Zhao Rong.
For a moment, he couldn't guess if she was testing his comprehension again...
"Fine."
Zhao Rong nodded, his expression turning slightly cold, no longer as warm as before.
He turned slightly, also facing away from Zhu Youran, and tilted his head back to drink the hot tea in one go.
