Yan Qing pulled Ling Hua to sit down, adjusted the lamp wick, watched the lamp burst with a flower of light, and smiled at Ling Hua.
Ling Hua covered her heart, wanting to say he was breaking the rules, but she couldn't deny that she loved seeing him smile like this, she couldn't bear to tell him off.
Yan Qing put down the silver stick he used to adjust the wick and smiled at her gently, "Hua Hua, brew a pot of tea, just like that day when I went to the Bafang Gambling House, you brewed tea for me for an hour, with all kinds of styles, that left me completely amazed."
Ling Hua felt that when someone became gentle, it was truly unbearable; Yan Qing had always had the ability to attract her fatally. She couldn't help but return his smile, not to mention brewing tea, she would agree to even climb a mountain of blades or plunge into a sea of fire for him.
