Zhu Yourong, aren't you making excuses?

Zhao Rong frowned.

What kind of uncleanness is there?

When he was in Yilanxuan of the academy, he didn't just pick up the cup from which Zhu Yourong drank tea, and she didn't say anything. Why is she worried about mysophobia now? Besides...

Isn't drinking this cup of tea just a formality so that we can get to the point of the conversation?

If you don't want to drink, you should at least take the cup first and then just stop drinking.

At this moment, Zhao Rong's smile faded after being "politely rejected" by Zhu Yourong.

He glanced at the orchid lady in front of him.

Her expression was somewhat unpredictable, and her pair of snow-white but still beautiful willow eyes seemed to be looking at Zhao Rong without blinking.

He was a little unsure for a moment, whether she was giving him reading comprehension questions again...

"OK."

Zhao Rong nodded, and his face became a little colder, no longer as enthusiastic as before.

He turned slightly, facing Zhu Youran sideways, raised his head, and drank the hot tea in one gulp.

There are a few tea leaves missing in the tea cup.

Zhao Rong turned around and wanted to leave. He stopped drinking and stopped serving Mr. Zhu.

"etc."

Zhu Youran suddenly spoke and stopped Zhao Rong.

"what?"

He didn't look back.

"use this."

Zhao Rong frowned slightly and looked back, seeing Zhu Yourong reaching out and holding out a brand new and elegant wood-inlaid jade tea set.

Her Nascent Soul brought Xumi objects with her.

Zhu Yourong also has a hobby of collecting tea sets. Every dynasty or small country she traveled to, she would buy a set of pleasing tea sets, and she had no shortage of them.

"Mr. Zhu, what are you using this for?"

Zhao Rong asked out of curiosity.

Zhu Yourong turned the new tea cup in his hand and said softly to him: "Pour me a cup of tea."

"Isn't the tea kettle on the table? I'd rather ask Mr. Zhu to pour it himself. I'm afraid I'll stain such a clean and beautiful tea set."

"What did you call me?"

Zhao Rong: "Zhu..."

The woman suddenly threw the teacup into the air, and the pleasant wind held it up. Her free hand stretched forward and reached towards Zhao Rong's face.

It seemed like she wanted to touch his face.

Zhao Rong was immediately frightened and leaned back, almost shaking his waist, but luckily he avoided her hand.

In fact, it can also be said that Zhu Yourong herself slowed down her hand in the middle of the process, giving Zhao Rong time to react and flash back.

"What are you doing?"

Zhao Rong's eyes widened. At the same time, he subconsciously covered his collar with one hand. He didn't know what he was worried about for a while...

Zhu Yourong looked away from the hand of a coward covering his collar.

Pull the corners of your lips.

In the air, the hand that looked like snow piled with frost pointed at the corner of Zhao Rong's mouth.

"tea."

As he spoke, his hand reached up again, as if to help him pick off the 'very annoying' tea leaf at the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, then his brows relaxed and he quickly wiped the tea leaves from the corner of his mouth.

He nodded quickly and took half a step back, "Okay, thank you Mr. Zhu, I'll come."

Zhu Yourong took away his hand and said leisurely: "What did you call me?"

Zhao Rong was speechless, feeling that if she acted recklessly, he really couldn't stop her.

After holding it in for a while, he could only say: "Yourong... Fellow Taoist Yourong."

Zhu Yourong nodded, retracted his hand, and gently pushed the wooden and jade teacup suspended in the air forward with a delicate white index finger.

At the same time, a happy wind blew at the hem of the woman's Confucian shirt, and the teapot on the Eight Immortals' table not far away was picked up by the wind and flew towards her.

The teapot and teacup both flew to Zhao Rong in an obedient manner.

Zhu Yourong stood quietly with his hands folded and said, "Pour me a cup of tea."

Zhao Rong: "......"

In the heart lake, Sword Spirit Gonghuo said: "Zhao Rong Zhao Rong, you have forgotten the bamboo forest courtyard before. What did you say after you were secretly teleported a hundred miles away by her?"

It cleared its throat and imitated someone's tone and said, "Zhu Yourong, you big-breasted lady, are you going to teach me how to do things?"

Zhao Rong: "......"

Gui urged: "Hurry up, hurry up, reprimand this busty female gentleman, so that she knows who is the master of this place."

Zhao Rong pretended not to hear.

He took the teapot and teacup, shamefully succumbed to the power of a busty female gentleman, and poured the tea.

"Ahem, really, you are the only one who is very particular."

While handing out the hot tea, he muttered: "...and...Fellow Taoist Yourong, don't teach me how to do things in the future, or else I..."

There was a pause.

Zhao Rong didn't say any more when he was determined to find a place later, because he had already brought the hot tea to Zhu Yourong's hand.

Logically speaking, she should not say anything now, just take the cup and let him go downhill. Both parties tacitly regarded what just happened as nothing happened, and then finished the tea and started talking about business.

However, Zhu Yourong looked at the tough-tongued man who was carefully holding a teacup in both hands for her, and asked curiously: "What else are you going to do?"

Zhao Rong: "......???"

I……

We can’t talk today!

Zhao Rong was about to throw the cup and leave.

Zhu Yourong suddenly took the teacup in his hand and glanced at the slightly embarrassed handsome man.

She lowered her head and pouted slightly.

Blowing on the steaming cup of noodles.

The woman's breath smelled like orchids, and the fragrance of orchid seemed to be more fragrant than the fragrance of hot tea.

"Tzuyu."

she says.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Rong turned around to leave and said angrily, "Do you still want me to serve you a drink?"

The next second, a cup of hot tea was carefully held by two jade hands and presented to...

In front of Zhao Rong.

"Please drink tea." Zhu Yourong held the hot tea in his hands and blew it on his lips, then handed it to him and looked at him with his eyes slightly raised, "You have worked hard today."

Zhao Rong was startled, turned around, and couldn't help but look up and down carefully at Zhu Yourong, whose attitude seemed to have turned 180 degrees.

Is this the wrong thing to take...the right medicine?

Or have you finally felt the domineering aura in this young master?

Zhao Rong couldn't see clearly the look in her snow-white eyes.

But he felt the seriousness of the woman holding tea for him.

He blinked, straightened up, and couldn't help but mutter:

"Why did you drink it for me instead? Isn't it the tea you wanted..."

Zhu Yourong curled her lips, and her voice was soft, crisp and pleasant: "The tea I asked for from you must be for me to drink? Can't it be for Tzuyu?"

"Okay, fellow Taoist Yourong is the best at arranging and manipulating people. It's always difficult for people to guess what they are thinking. She is the most gentle and gentle woman in the world..."

Zhao Rong laughed and shook his head, praising helplessly.

"Tzuyu, drink tea, hurry up." Zhu Yourong seemed not to have heard his flattery, and blew the hot air from the teacup again, this time passing it to Zhao Rong's mouth.

As if to feed him, Zhao Rong quickly took the teacup himself.

"I'll do it, thank you."

He thanked him and took a sip of tea. This time he didn't drink as much as before. He even ate two tea leaves.
To be continued...