He took a deep breath, inhaling the fragrance of the tea, and found himself gradually becoming fond of it.
"Deep Seven Blossom Huaxia!" Bruno exclaimed at the tea art of Huaxia, lightly taking a sip from his cup, looking intoxicated.
At this moment, somewhere in the temple, Jiang Xuan was angrily kicking the grass on the roadside, holding a fiery red rose from who knows where.
Poor rose petals were being torn off by Jiang Xuan one by one, thrown to the ground.
"It seems Miss Jiang Xuan is not someone who cherishes flowers." Ye Tian sauntered over, seeing Jiang Xuan venting her anger on the flower, and laughed.
"What are you here for? Whether I cherish flowers or not, what's it to you?" Jiang Xuan replied testily, though her hand stopped tearing the flower.
