Hao Qing She's face twitched as she fixed her gaze on her surroundings. The fine, crisscrossing silks made way for her. She walked to the opposite side of Wen Caishang, sat down reluctantly, and placed the teacup on the table.
Her movements were very light.
Wen Caishang took the teapot, rolled up her sleeves, and poured tea for Hao Qing She. She said, "This is the [Fanlong Tea] I specifically brought. Its fragrance is subtle and requires slow tasting to grasp its mysteries. Sadly, this little one's clumsy hands spoiled the good tea."
Little Xiaotuan gave an awkward smile. Wen Caishang laughed softly, "You dare laugh? That's why I punished you lightly." Her eyes flashed with an unusual light.
Wen Caishang put down the teapot, gently pinched Hao Qing She's chin with her smooth fingers, applying slight pressure. Hao Qing She had to tilt her head back, allowing Wen Caishang to examine her. She felt utterly humiliated but dared not utter a word.
