Gu Shengyin went along with it and cheerfully said, "Brother Yu."
Calling him Brother Yu was fine, but really couldn’t bring herself to call him simply ’brother.’
Feeling that the other party had no intention of troubling her, Gu Shengyin relaxed.
The environnt here was excellent, the atmosphere perfect; compared to Chuannan, this bustling, fast-paced city seed like a different world.
Inhaling the lingering aroma of tea in the room, Gu Shengyin took a deep breath and closed her eyes, revealing a contented smile.
Yu Qingyun stared intently at the young man sitting across from him.
With his eyes closed, at this distance, Yu Qingyun’s vision allowed him to clearly see the boy’s long, thick eyelashes.
They covered the boy’s eyes like small fans, faintly trembling with the movent of his pupils.
Yu Qingyun’s gaze lowered to the boy’s lips.
He recalled reading a foreign poem long ago, where the poet described their first love using the taphor, "Her sweet lips are like rose petals touched by the morning dew, beautiful and fragrant."
At that ti, Yu Qingyun scoffed, thinking only those blindly caught in love saw people through rose-colored glasses.
How could such a perfect person exist in this world?
But now, Yu Qingyun thought he might have been wrong.
The boy’s lips weren’t thin, slightly pouting, a shade between light pink and bright red, perfectly shaped.
Yu Qingyun’s expression changed.
He shifted slightly, unconsciously adjusting his posture.
At this mont, Gu Shengyin felt his gaze.
It was then she realized she was not alone and felt a bit embarrassed.
Yu Qingyun simply looked at her and asked, "I noticed you kept looking at the tea when you ca in, do you understand tea?"
Of course, Gu Shengyin understood tea quite well, almost to an expert level.
Mo Beiye also learned a bit of the tea ceremony from his grandmother as a child, but later didn’t have ti to pursue it.
Hearing Yu Qingyun’s question, Gu Shengyin nodded, "I know a thing or two."
Yu Qingyun then smiled, "So, Beiye, would you mind brewing a pot of tea for ?"
Gu Shengyin could see Yu Qingyun liked tea and wanted to be friendly, so she nodded, "I can give it a try."
Coincidentally, the water on the stove was boiling, so Gu Shengyin stood up.
Yu Qingyun remained seated, his gaze firmly locked on the figure slightly bent over making tea.
Gu Shengyin’s movents could be described as fluid and skilled, clearly more than the few words she had used to describe herself.
This level of skill couldn’t be achieved without over ten years’ of diligent practice.
As the delicate fragrance of the tea wafted up, Yu Qingyun’s gaze shifted down from the boy’s face.
Wait!
He coughed slightly, his eyes awkwardly moving away.
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