Yinzai was quite surprised. He thought that Murong Rong would show at least a hint of displeasure, but unexpectedly, what he saw was a moment of confidence from her.
She has a pair of beautiful hands, with long, soft fingers and familiar movements, like dancing a ballet on a teapot.
Just looking at it like this is a very pleasant visual enjoyment.
Yinzai rested his head on his hands, leaning elegantly on the sofa, crossing his two slender legs, enjoying the rare pleasure.
Even though she is silly, she is still cute sometimes.
Time flowed quietly, and neither of them wanted to break this rare peace and tranquility.
After the tea was brewed, Murong Rong brought a cup of tea to Yin Zai, pursed his lips and smiled, "Try it."
Yinzai took the tea with one hand and held the soft and slender fingers with the other hand. Her fingers were a little rough and the palms of her hands were calloused.
Yin Zai couldn't help but was stunned, and gently rubbed the cocoons with his fingertips, "How did this come about? Do you still have to work at Ouyang's house?"
Murong Rong withdrew her hand, "No, it's for other reasons..."
Yinzai didn't ask any more questions, took a sip of fragrant tea and nodded slightly.
The craftsmanship is very good, and the five thousand dollars is a great value.
Seeing that Yin Zai was very satisfied, Murong Rong was extremely pleased and said, "I'll pour you another glass."
Her smile was as bright as a flower, and she was so beautiful. Yinzai pulled Murong Rong over, pressed her down on the sofa, and whispered in her ear with a hoarse voice: "You taste much better than tea."
The purple clay tea cup was thrown away and fell to the ground, breaking into several pieces.
Murong Rong felt extremely distressed. Zisha was very valuable, especially the Zisha tea sets collected by the Yin family, which were all antiques...
"Please pay more attention to me!" Yinzai was very dissatisfied and turned his head around Murong Rong's chin, lowered his head and kissed her hard.
Murong Rong was stunned. Did he want to drink tea? Why did he kiss her?
She tasted so good, and her lips were soft and delicate, like two flower petals. No matter how much he sucked and licked, he couldn't get enough. "Close your eyes."
How dare she be in a daze when he kissed her?
Murong Rong pushed away vigorously, her face flushed, "The servants are still there..." But at a glance, the servants had already retreated to no one's know where.
Yinzai smiled coldly: "The servants are much more knowledgeable than you."