"With you two talking like this, I'm tempted to bask in your glory. Cheers." Zhu Chen watched the two of them clink glasses, interjecting with a smile and raising his teacup to clink with them, then tilted his head back and drank it all: "After finishing this cup, I have a strong premonition that I won't be single by this time next year, what do you think?" He said, turning his head to look at Zhu Qinghan beside him.
Zhu Qinghan caught his gaze and couldn't help but chuckle softly, slowly putting down the cup in her hand and looking at the bottom of it: "Why don't I have that feeling? Is it that my tea is wrong or is it the way I'm drinking that's wrong?"
"Then drink another cup." Zhu Chen said, lips lightly pursed, and after a few seconds of silence, he cleverly picked up the kettle to pour her another cup.
