A clear yet low voice fell into the air, commanding, "Come here."
Xia Qingqian was taken aback and didn't respond immediately. Before Beitang Yao could show his displeasure, she pointed at her own nose, looking at Beitang Yao, as if to ask if he was calling her.
Beitang Yao neither nodded nor spoke, but withdrew his gaze from her, waiting for Xia Qingqian to come over by herself.
Xia Qingqian's body felt heavy, and she silently cursed herself as an idiot hundreds of times before she moved towards the sofa. She wondered what the Young Master wanted from her.
As soon as she steadied her steps, she received Beitang Yao's glance devoid of any emotion. He glared at her and then said, "Make tea."
This time, Xia Qingqian clearly heard the command. She knelt half on the glass coffee table, elegantly and earnestly making tea after washing the tea leaves clean.
There's no denying that her graceful and skilled tea-making movements held Beitang Yao rapt, so pleasing to the eye.
